There's no combination of words I can put on the back of the postcard
No song that I can sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, they are made up of real things
Like shoebox and photographs and sepia-toned loving

And all of these moments 
Just might find their way into my dreams tonight 
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings 
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see 
That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do
 
But if all of these dreams 
Might find their way into my day-to-day scene 
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between 
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do 
Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now

I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together