well if i was a memory i tell you i would haunt your sleep a moment of dj vu swimming pool of pastel pink and what if you were pure at heart listening to wind chimes go i could feel your energy 21 and a half years old the streets are sleeping the streets are sleeping everybody calls you a dreamer the streets are sleeping my love is sleeping everybody calls you a dreamer if i were a fading light i tell you i would curse the blue you would be my ruby red innocent but a cynic too thinking about the words to say you know that my love was suicide i could be a bleeding front but i wouldn t ever satisfy the streets are sleeping the streets are sleeping everybody calls you a dreamer the streets are sleeping my love is wondering everybody calls you a dreamer the streets are sleeping my love and predicament and somebody yeah calls me a dreamer the streets are sleeping my love is weeping the way you calls me a dreamer  and if i was a memory i tell you i would curse your sleep a moment of dj vu swimming pool of pastel pink what if you were pure at heart listen to wind chimes go i can feel your energy 21 and a half years old