World turns black and white, pictures in an empty room.
Your love starts fallin' down, better change your tune.
Yeah, you reach for the golden ring, reach of the sky.
Baby just spread your wings, and get
Chorus-
Higher and higher, Higher and higher, straight up we'll climb.
We'll get higher and higher, higher and higher, leave it all behind.
Verse 2-
So baby, dry your eyes,
save all the tears you've cried.
Oh, that's what dreams are made of.
'Cause we belong in a world that must be strong.
Wo, that's what dreams are made of.
(Instrumental solo ad. lib)
And in the end on dreams we will depend.
'Cause that's what love is made of.