Follow me to my dreamworld;
There’re fireflies and storm clouds and lily flowers galore.



I have made you a castle from roses and carnations
And beautiful dancers will spin in beats around you wherever you go.



I took the stars from the sky
And placed them in the pond beneath your bed
So every night you won’t have to crane your neck to see them.

They will burn for you and only you
And when you get tired of them
You can always call me and I will place them back in the sky
Where they belong.



I can weave you a dress from dew drops and honeysuckle
And you will be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
And people will fall at your feet and
Worship you because you are
Beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful.



I will lie beside you on your snow covered bed
When you are lonely and tired
And I will trace sunshine and rain drops on your perfect pale skin so I
Can marvel in the way they vibrate against it.



But be sure to stay lonely for the rest of your time here
Because my dreamworld only lasts a few seconds and then
You will be traced upon by someone else
And let’s face it; no one has fingers like I do.



Because my fingers can make you a castle from roses and carnations,
A starlit pond beneath your bed,
A dress from dew drops and honeysuckle,
And a dreamperson with conflicts beneath her sheathing.