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