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You walked on the water, I stood on the shore
You said it had been done before
I put a trembling foot forward, stepped on the sea
as if it were solid oak floor

I might have been dreaming
I might have been merely counting sheep
or sunk like a stone into the deep

Out of place nomads, we kicked up the spray
like sand in a desert of sea
You looked to the night sky, where the moon waxed her way
and said, "I will bring her to me!"

I might have been dreaming
I might have been merely counting sheep
or sunk like a stone into the deep

And there you were smiling, with the moon in your teeth
in a sphere of impossible light
when practical notions lay claim to the night,
we dream of impossible things

Off in the distance your luminous form
was waltzing as I turned to go
beneath me the fishes, small turbulent storms
flashed brilliant like lightning below

I might have been dreaming
I might have been merely counting sheep
but I walked on my own over the deep

And there you were smiling, with the moon in your teeth
in a sphere of impossible light
when practical notions lay claim to our lives,
we dream of impossible things

And there you were smiling, with the moon in your teeth
in a sphere of impossible light
when practical notions lay claim to the night,
we dream of impossible things

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