On the way over in the carriage ride 
We hit a bump veiled from the snow 
Father was sober, his canary dry 
But couldn't block that final blow 

Oh how many extraordinary dreams we leave behind
From the many loads we carry, we push them far aside

Brother, you're older but your sun won't shine
Like it's a bulb collecting dust
Haven't you told her you weren't satisfied
Why should you eat around the crust? 

Oh how many extraordinary dreams we leave behind
From the many loads we carry, we push them far aside

With my eyes closed, I'll stop and count to three 
And before you know, I'll be counting sheep
Cause you're not supposed... to be afraid to dream

Oh how many extraordinary dreams we leave behind
From the many loads we carry, we push them far aside

Extraordinary Dreams

Cylia Noel Queen