One cold damp evening
The world stood still
I watched as I held my breath
A silhouette I thought I knew

Came through,someone spoke to me
Whispered in my ear
This fantasy's for you
Fantasy's are in this year

My whole life flashed,before my eyes
I thought, what they say is true
I've shed my skin, and my disguise
And cold on the naked eye

Emerged from my cocoon
And a half-remembered tune played softly in my head
He said

He turns smiling
And says

I realize a miracle, is due
I dedicate this melody, to you
I realize a miracle, is due
I dedicate this melody, to you

But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
If this is the stuff dreams are made of
No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air

I realize a miracle,is due
I dedicate this melody, to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of?
If this is the stuff dreams are made of

No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
Everywhere

Oh, it feels like I'm everywhere
Like when you fail to make the connection,you know vital it is
Oh when something slips through your fingers you know precious it is
Oh and you reach the point when you know
It's only your second skin
It's only your second skin
(Something's banging on my door) like when you fail to make the connection,you know vital it is
(Someone's banging on my door) oh when something slips through your fingers you know precious it is
(Something's banging on my door) or reach the point when you know it's only your second skin
(Someone's banging on my door, something's banging on my door)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dave Fielding, John Lever, Mark Burgess, Reginald Smithies