i saw her on the square
white doves in her hair
she was humming a lullaby
to the ocean in her lap
it’s the stuff that dreams are made of she sang
the stuff that dreams are made of
i saw her on the highway
a tiger on her back
she was selling second-hand prophecies
and offered me a pack
it’s the stuff that dreams are made of she said
it’s the real deal
the stuff that dreams are made of
baby it’s a steal
i saw her in the sky
wearing darkness round her waist
her hands were full of laughter
and a smile rode on her face
she was raining the stuff
that dreams are made of...
i saw her in the desert
a childhood in her fist
she had famine in her eyes
and calamity in her throat
whispering the stuff that dreams are made of
it’s the stuff that dreams are made of
baby it’s a steal
the stuff that dreams are made of she screamed
it’s the real deal
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