M. Ward Bad Dreams
Oh, every night I?m dreaming of you
We?re weaving through a crowded room
I ask you to be is my best friend too
And then I lose your heart
On a steamer with a small-city band
I'll chase you through the room again
You're gone before that next dance ends
I don?t know what it means
Bad dreams, bad dreams
And I'm down before I even begin
But I'll chase you through the room again
Ask you to be my best, best friend
And then I loose you're heart
But I should do what I want to do
I should dream about whoever I want to
Dream about
Every night, I?m calling out your name
Every time you get away, hey
Bad dreams, bad dreams
(Bad dreams, bad dreams)
Oh, and every night I?m dreaming of you
