Still haven't caught my breath since that first day If the angels and devils had their ways I wouldn't be on my own, my own, my own Dreams are what we make of them And I've a great imagination So I'll pretend that I don't miss you There's an island that waits across the waves When the sirens and nymphs come out to play I'll never be on my own, my own, my own All the colors of you and me Meld together to form a thing of beauty If the score is tied and you're outside I'll let you win, you win, you win, you win Dreams are what we take from them