As we eye the blue horizon’s bend,
Earth and sky appear to meet and end.
But it’s only an illusion
In this heart of mine there is no sweet conclusion.
I can see, No matter how near you’ll be,
You’ll never belong to me,
But I can dream, can’t I?
Can’t I pretend that I’m locked in the bend of your embrace?
For dreams are just like wine,
And I am drunk with mine.
I’m aware, my heart is a sad affair.
There’s much disillusion there,
But I can dream, can’t I?
Can’t I adore you although we are oceans apart?
I can’t make you open your heart,
But I Can Dream, Can’t I?
