Bad dreams

Oh every night I’m dreaming of you
We’re weaving through a crowded room
I ask you to be my best friend too
and then I lose you

On a steamer with a small city band
I chase you through the room again
You’re gone before the next dance ends
I don’t what it means

Bad dreams...
Bad dreams...

And I am damned before I even begin
But ill chase you through the room again
And I’ll ask you to be my best best friend...
and then I lose you

But I should do what I want to do
I should dream about whoever I want to dream about
But every night I’m calling out your name...
every time you get away

Bad dreams...
Bad dreams...