I dream of them br These mysterious girls in my mind br br And yet I can never remember their faces br I never wake with their names on my lips br And all my life I search for only a glimsp br Of their long flowing hair br Or their gleaming playful eyes br br These dreams to me are like Heaven br Because I always have a beautiful, wonderful time br We laugh and dance, we hug and kiss br We fly and love, together it seems like a lifetime  br br But then these dreams are like Hell br Because I know when I wake br That these dreams that were made br Are just my the whispers of my mind's desire br br I dream of them br These mysterious girls in my mind br But alas, never shall I seem them anymorebr br Peter Vectorbr br