“She sacrifices time.
She sells her dreams for mine.
And like the silence of an angry storm,
She is stronger all the while, waiting.

She is beauty undefined.
She would search through space and time for me.
And like a mother with an infant child,
So protective, standing tall and watching.

She would do it all for love.

When sleep has laid to rest a fire that I know,
And magic dreams amidst your head,
I lay beside, I know that you can feel I’m there
(Shh, it’s late).

She sells her dreams for mine.
She.”

– Savage Garden