Trevor Tchir

Lyrics

Favourite Dreams

I was a young man, nearly grown boy
My own plan, my own address
Felt the solid ground beneath my feet
It was a rental, I confess
I was a young man, nearly grown boy
Lofty visions humming
So there I stood, where I thought I should
Needing nobody and nothing
Eyes on the prize, cut down to size
I never saw it coming

I sat self-assured, minding my own
At the café window table
When you brought the flurry through the door
I stayed cool as I was able
You took off your wool felt hat
It was over after that
A cascade of hair
I’d go anywhere
If you were there after that

Now all my favourite dreams turn to you
And all our little schemes pull me through
So, I’ll take care each day to make them true
Cause all my favourite dreams turn to you

How does it go? A lucky coup
A good stranger come to view
A face I somehow felt I knew
Slowly into me and you
Past market stalls and the park canal
In a gallery full of sights
My heart got tripped
I slowed down a bit
We walked for days and spent the night
Showed me a lighter way
Rainbow through the grey
My gravity turned upside right

Now all my favourite dreams turn to you
And all our little schemes pull me through
So, I’ll take care each day to make them true
Cause all my favourite dreams turn to you

I tried to lend a gentle hand
At the risk you wouldn’t take it
I tried to play the gentle man
At the risk you thought I faked it
I fell for you like leaves to lawn
I knew I’d never rake it
I’d swim a distant shore
That’s what fools endure
At the risk I’d never make it
Tried to woo you more
Wrote loose metaphor
At the risk I’d never shake it

Now all my favourite dreams turn to you
And all our little schemes pull me through
So, I’ll take care each day to make them true
Cause all my favourite dreams turn to you