Its easy to pretend as I dream in never never land where love is an eternal blooming flower that is  not just devoured by the hour But when I  wake its my perpetual fall from grace that keeps you out of reach And even if you were near it would be simply out of fear that I couldn't hold your hand But back to sleep I'll go and see your face behind a veil and hear the moon and the sun and stars sing of how beautiful you are in white But it's only make belive and its the kind of love that
looks good on paper The kind that would never end if only just pretend But eventually I'll have to go The dream will end a heart will break  but somewhere between forever and never I can always find your flower