When I stop dreaming That’s when I’ll stop wanting you.
The worst that I’ve ever been hurt in my life The first time I ever have wanted to die Was the night when you told me you loved someone else And asked me if I could forget.
When I stop dreaming That’s when I’ll stop thinking you.
I’d be like a flower unwanted in spring Alone and neglected, transplanted in vain To a garden of sadness where it’s pedals would fall In the shadow of undying pain.
When I stop dreaming That’s when I’ll stop loving you.
You may teach the flowers to bloom in the snow You may take a pebble and teach it to grow You may teach all the raindrops to return to the clouds But you can’t teach my heart to forget.
When I stop dreaming That’s when I’ll stop loving you