Suzanne Vega

In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
I took your urgent whisper
Stole the arc of a white wing
Rode like foam on the river of pity
Turned its tide to strength
Healed the hole that ripped in living
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
The spine is bound to last a life
Tough enough to take the pounding
Pages made of days of open hand