In my bed I dream at night
By the man who couldn't see
You took my hand and held it tight
You said: what will people think of me?

Sit tight, one or the other will win
Cool hand, no time for leaving, we're in
I think I'm dreaming
What will people think of me?

You will be my vaccine yea
And I'll be your in-betweener
We'll wake of happy air
From all our dreams, all our dreams
From all our dreams, all our dreams

Counting sheep past two a.m.
Hoping you will comfort me
But still with sits and waits
To say: what will people think of me?

Sit tight, one or the other will win
Cool hand, no time for leaving, we're in
I think I'm dreaming
What will people think of me?

You will be my vaccine yea
And I'll be your in-betweener
We'll wake of happy air
From all our dreams, all our dreams
From all our dreams, all our dreams

Sit tight, one or the other will win
Cool hand, no time for leaving, we're in
I think I'm dreaming
What will people think of me?

You will be my vaccine yea
And I'll be your in-betweener
We'll wake of happy air
From all our dreams, all our dreams
From all our dreams, all our dreams

From all our dreams, all our dreams
From all our dreams, all our dreams
From all our dreams, all our dreams
From all our dreams, all our dreams

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Writer(s): PASCAL RICHARD MARCEL GABRIEL, PHILLIPA BROWN