Frank Sinatra - Deep In A Dream

I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair. The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air. The walls of my room fade away in the blue, And I'm deep in a dream of you. The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend; You come to my arms, may this bliss never end, For we love anew just as we used to do When I'm deep in a dream of you. Then from the ceiling, sweet music comes stealing; We glide through a lover's refrain, you're so appealing That I'm soon revealing my love for you over again. My cigarette burns me, I wake with a start; My hand isn't hurt, but there's pain in my heart. Awake or asleep, ev'ry mem'ry I'll keep Deep in a dream of you.