Intro: 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...