I once was a dreamer, a dreamer of dreams. I once thought I knew it all, all of what life means. I dreamt and I dreamt but my dreams got too fat, they grew and grew til they burst and went flat. The dreams of the soul may flee for a while, but will return when you search for and find your smile. The dreams only survive because of love in your heart, without love they have not a single place to start. So dreamer find love and take hold of your smile, because we dreamers are here for only a little while.