When I want to drop out of reality I cop out
To the memory of things that you and I did
My mind is a projection, as I gaze in recollection
At the Cinerama screen, inside my eyelids
And visions of sugarplums, race thru my head
You and I drinking yesterdays wine
But soon the morning sun of today will touch my bed
And burst the pretty bubble in my mind
Now my eyes are open, reminising dreams are broken
By the lips of one mistake I made a while back
For I chose her in place of you so when I need a taste of you
I look into my mind and see you smile back
And visions of sugarplums, race thru my head
You and I drinking yesterdays wine
But soon the morning sun of today will touch my bed
And burst the pretty bubble in my mind