We are driving in your car   And planning a Thanksgiving dinner   Your folks are coming with your grandma   So are mine, with Uncle Louie      I steal a kiss   And you are laughing   The telephone rings;   It’s my sister Kathy   She’ll bake a pie if she’s able   I think we’ll need a larger table      I don’t want to wake up   I just want to dream all day      We are living in a cottage   Near the ocean   The waves are crashing   I see the garden that we planted   Seeds are sprouting   Nothing bad has happened      Your eyes seem like they are all-knowing   You read my soul;   All my lies are showing   I reach for you to stroke your hair   You have vanished into thin air      I don’t want to wake up   I just want to dream all day      I only dream in Technicolor   I only dream of you, my lover   I dream of you each passing day   Every every every every every day      I only dream in Technicolor   I only dream of you, my lover