We are driving in your carnAnd planning a Thanksgiving dinnernYour folks are coming with your grandmanSo are mine, with Uncle LouiennI steal a kissnAnd you are laughingnThe telephone rings;nIt’s my sister KathynShe’ll bake a pie if she’s ablenI think we’ll need a larger tablennI don’t want to wake upnI just want to dream all daynnWe are living in a cottagenNear the oceannThe waves are crashingnI see the garden that we plantednSeeds are sproutingnNothing bad has happenednnYour eyes seem like they are all-knowingnYou read my soul;nAll my lies are showingnI reach for you to stroke your hairnYou have vanished into thin airnnI don’t want to wake upnI just want to dream all daynnI only dream in TechnicolornI only dream of you, my lovernI dream of you each passing daynEvery every every every every daynnI only dream in TechnicolornI only dream of you, my lovern