In my bed I dream at night By the man who couldn’t see You took my hand and held it tight You said: “what will people think of me?” Sit tight, one or the other will win Cool hand, no time for leaving, we’re in I think I’m dreaming What will people think of me? You will be my vaccine yea And I’ll be your in-betweener We’ll wake of happy air From all our dreams, all our dreams Counting sheep past 2 AM Hoping you will comfort me But still with sits and waits To say: “what will people think of me?” Sit tight, one or the other will win Cool hand, no time for leaving, we’re in I think I’m dreaming What will people think of me? You will be my vaccine yea And I’ll be your in-betweener We’ll wake of happy air From all our dreams, all our dreams Sit tight, one or the other will win Cool hand, no time for leaving, we’re in I think I’m dreaming What will people think of me? You will be my vaccine yea And I’ll be your in-betweener We’ll wake of happy air From all our dreams, all our dreams From all our dreams, all our dreams