The Art Of Belief

Are you opening up tonight?
Will you share your dreams,
And laugh at what I dream?

I am weak at the thought of you,
I am weak at the thought of you.

I was hoping we'd load up the car,
Taking a picture and keeping it,
Remember I loved you that night.

I am weak at the thought of you,
I am weak at the thought of you.

Are you opening up tonight?
Will you share your dreams,
And laugh at what I dream?