Sugar, sugar, bu*ter, flour
Sometimes, I still see her
My mother, the dreamer
She'd say, "Nothing's impossible, child"
A dream needs believing
To taste like the real thing
Like some stranger you recognize
(So pure) So pure, so electric
(So sure) So sure, so connected
To those little believers inside
May we all be so lucky
But dreams are elusive
The kind we've gotten used to
Is nothing I can feel
(Nothing I can hold)
(Nothing I can have)
Nothing that I know
Dreams come and they go
But hold them and keep them (but hold them and keep them)
And know that you need them (and know that you need them)
When your breaking point's all that you have
A dream is a soft place to land
May we all be so lucky
Sugar, bu*ter, flour