Guster Dear Valentine
As I fall asleep, to black and white TV
Fly far away, in my recurring dream
Each winter drains electricity
There are words to say
There are songs to sing
But I can hardly speak at all
Home, I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK
Dear Valentine
Now quietly peek across the street
Perfectly kept, perfectly neat
But it's not complete, no not at all
Home I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK
Dear Valentine
