Dreams Don't Count

Inside a blue room, you could tell the sun was coming up

I watched you change the way you look like a sweet chameleon

You were becoming brighter, what a wonderful way to like her

I know that dreams don't count, count

I know that dreams don't count

But if it feels real, what the hell's the point of stealing

That image I have of you from me

This afternoon I thought about all the lies you've lived before

And I just couldn't block it out, all the songs that you swore

Were written for you, well here's another one for the pile

Can you see my white flag across the avenue tonight?

I know that dreams don't count, count

I know that dreams don't count

But if it feels real, what the hell's the point of stealing

That image I have of you from me