I dream about stars here
I dream about bringing you a parade
We read foreign papers
Pretend were hiding from an air raid
But I can't know
Why I always stutter
And she doesn't care
Breathe the same air
I don't have a hope in hell
Doesn't see, we could agree
This could be so blissful, now
And I will do magic
Houdini's rabbit lives here under my sleeve
I'd saw myself in half
Then there'd be two of us always ready to please
But I can't know
Why I always stutter
And she doesn't care
Breathe the same air
I don't have a hope in hell
Doesn't see, we could agree
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful now
And she doesn't care
Breathe the same air
I don't have a hope in hell
Doesn't see, we could agree
This could be so, be so, be so, be so
And she doesn't care
Breathe the same air
I don't have a hope in hell
Doesn't see, we could agree
This could be so good
Artist: Sean Brown
Artist: Field Music
Artist: Louis Armstrong