I dreamed of my old lover last night
I wonder if I spoke out loud
If by chance my husband overheard
He´d put my face back in the crowd

His eyes were clear and gentle then
He´d kiss the worries from my brow
I long to fall to sleep again
And I wonder how he would look now

Would our kids grow stubborn or grow strong
Would their limbs bronze insult to the sun
I wonder how it feels but then
I rarely dream of anyone

In the songs of shame and tales of dread
Where they seal the lovers lips with lead
And all the vines wind through their eyes
But no one knows this passion now
But No one knows this passion now

So I keep this fancy to myself
I keep my lipstick twisted tight
I long to fall to sleep again
´Cos I dreamed of my old lover last night