Rare Thing

My love in the dream, you were already speaking
 I was too shocked to make any one of my tired speeches
 Listen, that's a rare thing for me
 Sunlight touches on the plants that I've been torturing
 Yet when I come over I love that quick delay before
 Your face lights in recognition
 I know there is love that doesn't have to do with
 Taking something from somebody
 Was so much for me not real?
 I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
 Through the chaos I can see
 All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet
 Come to think of it
 The dream was a nightmare with
 Noo one who knew me just then
 You were there
 Two-foot tall little bear
 You took my hand and introduced me to everybody
 I watched as you were named on that mid-February morning
 I know there is love that doesn't have to do with
 Taking something from somebody
 Was so much for me not real?
 I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
 Through the chaos I can see
 All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet
 I have to stop myself and admit I am happy
 There is love that doesn't have to do with
 Taking something from somebody
 Was so much for me not real?
 I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
 Through the window you look out at me
 I have to stop myself and admit you make me happy