Every night I rush to my bed with hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you. When I close my eyes I'm going outta my head, lost in a fairytale. Can you hold my hands and be my guide? Clouds filled with stars cover your skies and I hope it rains. You're the perfect lullaby. What kinda dream is this? You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. Either way, I don't wanna wake up from you.

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare...