In a dream in a day
and a night and a way,
I feigned of a love
for the greyness above.

In a dream that I'd saved
from a memory of days,
confusion was waste,
and the lightness the place.

Have you seen?
Have you seen?
Oh, nothing.

And the thought of a few
that had truly been new,
I savoured as grace
as it lit up my face.

Have you seen in your dreams, o love?