Plans into dreams

When the tide's gone out, on this revelry
And the dust has settled, on this life that we lead
Will you be there in the morning, blonde hair on white sheets
Will you come with me, and turn your plans into my dreams?

You're an ever present, you're a fixture on the list
Last night I dreamed about you – and what does that mean?
Sometimes I catch my mind rehearsing jokes to take to you
You're this prize, you're this goal, you're this soul inducing truth
You're this prize, you're this goal, you're this soul inducing truth

Feeling the heat, because she's laughably good, and she is on my mind
Feeling the heat, because she's laughably good, and she is on my mind
She makes perfect look like, she makes perfect look like
She makes perfect like a caricature, and she is on my mind

And as she pads off through the door, the light, it hits my face
And there's this shimmering glare the glass has in the morning sun
She doesn't know it yet, but this will be our best day so far
You're this prize, you're this goal, you're this soul inducing truth
You're this prize, you're this goal, you're this soul inducing truth

Feeling the heat, because she's laughably good, and she is on my mind
Feeling the heat, because she's farcically good, and she is on my mind
She makes perfect look like, she makes perfect look like
She makes perfect like a caricature, and she is on my mind

There's a crackle in the air, because there's way too much at stake
And I won't ask you questions 'til I am fairly sure the answer's yes
And when the tide's gone out on these next few weeks and months
Will you be there in the morning, maybe, baby, come with me?
Will you be there in the morning, maybe, baby, come with me?
Will you be there in the, be there in the, be there in the,
be there in the, be there in the morning, maybe, baby, come with me?
Come with me, come with me
Come with me, come with me