MMG

she so beautiful
looking at her picture
I dunno what to do
but I can miss her
and her
voice so light
but not the moths
that come to her laughter
let's go down to the water
i bet
if we step light
and walk right
we can make the next town by day and run a-

she so nice to me
she tries to never let me see
that as much as she is free
she is always grieving, grieving for them,
grieving, grieving on-

she still love me
even though i am imaginary
and she
will grow out of me, eventually
she still love me
even though i am imaginary
I know we're all entitled
to one, to one kind of dream and i-

her voice so light
the moths come to her laughter
and say "let's
go down to the water"
"and what?"
"if we walk light we just might
make the town by day"

and even though
she still love me, i-

can't walk
light on the river
can't walk
light on the river

so, son, beware those
who say beautiful things
for they might
promise you that the river ain't deep
(river ain't deep)

she still love me
even though i am imaginary
well, i guess, we all get, well, one type of dream at least

she still love me
even though i am imaginary
and I know that we all get one dream, one dream, one dream