I had so many dreams that would not fly.
They fell like August rain before my eyes.
I reached out and they were gone,
like the moonlight in the dawn.
The most precious things are always in disguise.

Looking back I always seemed unwise,
but time has cut my ego down to size.
Well, that's just the way it goes.
When we were young, I guess we just didn't know
the most precious things are always in disguise.

And time has become my crucible.
It's tempered all my vanity and glory.
For all that's inexcusable,
I want to tell you that I'm sorry.

So hold me now and watch as the moon does rise.
It's funny that it takes so long just to realize
you could wait a lifetime for a night like this.
A thousand years for just one kiss.
The most precious things are always in disguise.

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Writer(s): PETER HIMMELMAN