Every night we dream of things br half of them we never remember, br but our dreams are only things br our brain is sorting out br what it wants to remember. br The rest are left to visit br the dark side of the moon. br br When love comes to us br with all its frills and froth, br then departs with broken hearts. br We always like to remember br the thrill of its coming br and the sadness of parting br is sent to the dark side of the moon. br br As with everything in our lives, br we tend to want to forget br we package them together br and parcel them away. br Then on an appropriate day we send them, br on their way to br the dark side of the moon. br br The dark side of the moon br where all discarded dreams go. br The dark side of the moon br is where old love letters stray, br to stay forever and a day br on the dark side of the moon.