Everything but The Girl - Oxford Street lyrics

Seasons, my friend

Colour me

So we can blend

Forbid me to go

I know so little

About the wind

When it blows

Dreamer, dreamer

I'm walking out of your dream

Take me off that parade

And place me somewhere

In yours sense of a shades

Your night shuts my door

And I will not dream anymore

See if I can pass by that waiting hand

If I can pass by that wandering man

If I can leave to get on

See that it all makes sense pretty soon

Dreamer, dreamer

I'm walking out, while you go on

Dreamer, dreamer

Dreamer, dreamer

I be where I belong

Dreamer, dreamer