Coming in and out of view
You don't... you don't cross that line
Gliding in and out of my life
You don't...you don't cross that line

I wish I'd met you long ago
When eyes of coal and skin of snow
Would have drawn from me a promise to defend
I wish I'd met you way back when
before our lives got tangled in
machinery we've lost the will to bend
And we must remain dreamfuel
Yes, you must remain dreamfuel
And I must remain dreamfuel

When I think of you
Can you hear me?