Time Flies

Life begins, and spirits rise
 And they become memories that vaporize
 And the vapor becomes all the dreams we devise
 And while we are dreaming, time flies
 Night turns to dawn, and dreams to sighs
 And sighs become sweet love that never dies
 And love becomes laughter and lullabies
 And while we are dreaming, time flies
 While we are dreaming, we meet and exchange
 Conversations routinely and nothing seems strange
 But when we awake, there's a sense of unease
 That another night's gone just as quick as you please
 Night turns to dawn, and then bright skies
 And bright skies to picnics on warm Julys
 To deep umber autumns and winter goodbyes
 And while we are dreaming, time flies
 While we are dreaming, time flies
 Time flies
 Time flies
 Time flies...