What shall I say to thee my summer dream
The garden of my heart at play
I live your games of chance
Your garden of romance
Until reality comes into play
Then I'm not sure what to say
How much easier to write
Once upon a starry night
Than contemplate where you came from OK
Me and you just got some backing up to do
I didn't have you marked in my playbook of plays
You came out of the blue and said how do you do
Write me your dreams OK
You came on a retrograde on a track unlaid
How do you want me to feel
I'm not even sure I understand if your real
I wish you could feel this as my experience of real
Then you tell me how you feel
Show me how you process my unreal
Then tell me the deal
Coz I need it for real
Then I might understand how I feel
To little information
To process the observations
I have no idea what is the way