I'll tell a story like Dickenzian prose
Going back like the century of Benjamin goes,
Can't forget when we met, I still remember the clothes
You were wearing in the cold that December imposed.
I froze, until our flow of conversation
Kick-started my heart, so for this whole operation
I was patient-ly waiting to wake up out the dream I'm in,
Waiting and praying, that you would pull me deeper in,

Hook

By evening I'm sleeping with you, breathing in your perfume
Mates won't believe that I've been with her in her room,
(Huh) That 'too good to be true' shit,
Yeah, yeah guess I knew I would lose it
That's life but I live it like tomorrow aint a consequence
Of tonight I'm, thinking I've finally got the sense
That, my, reality is dawning,
Your born to be a star, I wish I'd see you in the morning.

Hook

Your fresh like Spring from the Wintertime,
Seeing those eyes switch a saints to a sinners mind,
So if I now commit a crime,
Yeah that's right I'm guilty, of trying to fit you in a rhyme,
See it's impossible to write you,
I try to find a simile but aint nothing alike you,
Nor any colour, bright enough to paint you,
You were my dream, till my dream it became true.