And once again we sat and talked,
You and I, alike and separate
In our separate loneliness.
And as before, I know
That you were thinking what I was thinking:
When will he hear what I am saving?
When will I hear what he is saying?
When will he understand,
And when will I understand
That akk we are saying
Is "I am lonely and alone."

Once in a dream perhaps
You and I will meet
And I will hear you
And you will hear me
And I will understand
And you will understand
That you are in my dream
And I am in your dream
And we will both know
That the dreams are the sane