Dandelion

«Dandelion, my you’re flying high»
Carrying my dreams all over the sky
From your window on the wind you go Sometimes I wonder how much you know
Every wish I sent with you has lost its way
Every time it happens just the same
«Wish I knew the reason for your kind of teasing games, so»
«Dandelion, when my dreams have gone, can I go on?»
I’m not sure that I believe in wishing wells
Coins and fountains never was my style
Though I know the ropes I’ve tried to keep my hopes high for
«Dandelion, when my dreams are gone»
«Can I go on, Dandelion? Can I go on, Dandelion?»