When You Dream - Barenaked Ladies

The bats are in the belfry, the dew is on the moor Where are the arms that held me and pledged her love before, and pledged her love before? And it's such a sad old feeling, all the fields are soft and green It's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream, you're innocent when you dream I made a golden promise that we would never part I gave my love a locket and then I broke her heart, and then I broke her heart And it's such a sad old feeling, all the fields are soft and green And it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream, you're innocent when you dream We were running through the graveyard and we laughed my friends and I We swore we'd be together until the day we died, until the day we died And it's such a sad old feeling (Such a sad old feeling), all the fields are soft and green And it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream, you're innocent when you dream And it's such a sad old feeling, all the fields are soft and green And it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream, when you dream You're innocent when you dream, when you dream, you're innocent when you dream

I could build a mansion That is higher than the trees I could have all the gifts I want And never ask please I could fly to Paris It's at my beck and calls Why do I live my life alone With nothing at all (But) when I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true When I dream, I dream of you Maybe someday you will come true I can be the singer Or the clown in any room I can call up someone To take me to the moon I can put my makeup on And drive the man insane I can go to bed alone And never know his name

I always wanted to do one of these type shits Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her, "Dandelion" She be panty-less, so no panty lines She's from Campbellton, north of county line Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though She fucked me, tryna pluck a couples bucks like a banjo Had a girl that was a artist, she could draw, her name Tracy She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces And we argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy She said her favorite thing is face painting I used to have this white shorty, always hanging with the black folk She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap That's a wack thought, ain't wanna kick her to the curb Until she asked me, can she say the N word? Hey, can I say "nigga" around you? Some nerve I knew a girl from Jersey who use to love Donny Hathaway And she was from Piscataway Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him "Put the gat away" I was tapping that ass, I'll never forget the Saturday But it don't even matter like D'Angelo and Laur' Hill I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile At that time, she had mo' bills than me And she, her, had no time to chill with me I still miss her, I wonder where could she be? Hand me the Fronto leaf Hey, damn bro, I don't think we got no more Alght, let's go to the store Aight nigga, shit, but we driving yo' shit You driving? Young nigga, you don't know nothing 'bout no bitches Listen Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce I'm thinking back to a time when I was Young and dumb with single nigga privileges I had a chick, her name was Loraine, did anything for me On the day she get her hair done, walk in the rain for me Pick Sharika up and stole the car, she wasn't ashamed of me Trapping hard, slept on the floor, and never complained to me My baby went into stores and did her thang for me Even ran from police and got it back on the train for me Lame to me, half of these bitches, laugh at these bitches 'Til the point you go on IG and you can rap for these bitches Not to say I wouldn't tackle these bitches, given the chance If it happened, it was destiny, shit was out of my hands I'm saying... Man... They say karma is constant That means it's just... it's a consistent cycle of... Good and bad Coming and going from every source of... life... Existing on Earth, so... If I fucked a bitch real good back in the day You know what I'm saying? I'm talking like real good and like made her feel, you know Like the woman that it made her into the woman that she is right now Then I'd expect somebody should be Coming to fuck me real good any day now I mean it's karma, right? Shit