(Composição: Dave Fielding, John Lever, Mark Burgess e Reg Smithies) One cold damp evening The world stood still I watched as i held my breath A sillhouette i thought i knew Came through,someone spoke to me Whispered in my ear This fantasy's for you Fantasy's are in this year My whole life flashed,before my eyes I thought,what they say is true I've shed my skin,and my disguise And cold on the naked eye Emerged from my cocoon And a half remebered tune played softly in my head He said He turns smiling, and said I realise a miracle,is due I dedicate this melody,to you I realise a miracle,is due I dedicate this melody,to you But is this the stuff dreams are made of? If this is the stuff dreams are made of No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air I realise a miracle,is due I dedicate this melody,to you But is this the stuff dreams are made of? If this is the stuff dreams are made of No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air No wonder i feel like i'm floating on air Everywhere Oh, it feels like i'm everywhere Like when you fail to make the connection,you know vital it is Oh when something slips through your fingers you know precious itis And you reach the point when you know It's only your second skin It's only your second skin Someone's banging on my door
