She said she dreams in color.

I heard her whisper in the dark.

Said something sounded funny.

Her laughter lights a spark.

A spark that makes me smile.

So I guess that this means love.

A feeling that’s incomparable.

Nor something I speak of.

She told me that she loves me.

And I just think she might.

Cause she said it when she’s dreaming.

In the darkness at dim light.