The Welsh Connection

Lights out, standing at windows Time to organize emotion again Eyes closed, nights under street-lights Turn them up, don't let them fade away. Dream, dreaming the nights away Dream, dreaming of golden ways Bright schemes trapped under stage light What your poison > Bet ya got one as well Hold tight, wait 'til the time's right Make your movie, turn us on to your dream Dream, dreaming of better ways Live, living for golden days.