Texty: Ainara LeGardon. In The Mirror. Dreaming `bout You.

You said goodbye, you hit the road.
I shook my hand to let you know
I was in love (I`ll always be).
I stood still watching you leave,
dreaming that you?ll dream about me.

So dark outside, five o`clock.
We went to bed, it was getting cold.
The sun rose early behind the mountains,
(you said): ?It`s seven, now I have to go?.

You said goodbye, you hit the road.
I shook my hand to let you know
I was in love (I`ll always be).
I stood still watching you leave,
dreaming that you?ll dream about me