As I fall asleep, to black and white TV
Fly far away, in my recurring dream
Each winter drains electricity

There are words to say
There are songs to sing
But I can hardly speak at all


Home, I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK

Dear Valentine

Now quietly peek across the street

Perfectly kept, perfectly neat
But it's not complete, no not at all


Home I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK
Dear Valentine