(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

We’re not the stars

of a Hollywood movie
so what’s the use to pretend
I’m not so charming

and you’re not so groovy
you’ve gotta face it my friend

Dream world
you’ve been living in a dream world
Trust me -
you just can’t escape from reality
Boy meets girl
doesn’t mean they’re in a dream world
Here I am, there you are
we’ve gotta make it together
And we’ve made it so far
so it can only get better

When you reach out
and you say to me:
“How I love you girl!“
When I hold you
baby can’t you see
that you’re in dream world?

You had your hopes

and your high expectations
somehow it doesn’t seem right
I’m getting fed up

with your accusations
I’m not your angel in white

Dream world…
 
When you reach out…