(C. Stepney - S. Barnes) 

 

Birds sing out of tune, songs with no refrain 

Nested in purple trees, nothing seems to rhyme 



Only when I'm dreaming 

is there harmony and meaning 

Only when I'm dreaming of you 



Empty hour glass; running out of time 

Yesterday is here 

Now will never pass 



Only when I'm Dreaming 

is there harmony and meaning 

I am only dreaming when I'm deeper in the arms 

the arms of love 

the arms of love 



Birds are now in tune 

Since I'm with you 

Songs have sweet refrain 

Since I'm with  you