| C | D | Am | |
| As I fall | asleep, to black and white | TV |
| G | C | |
| Fly far | away, in my recurring | dream |
| C | D | Am | |
| Each winter | drains electr | icity |
| Am | G | |
| There are words to | say |
| G | C | |
| There are songs to | sing |
| C | Am | C | |
| But I can hardly | speak at | all |
| G | F | Am | C | |
| Home, I'm on my | way to a holi | day in real | time |
| G | F | Am | |
| Float, hold my own | weight, say we'll be | OK |
| Am | C | |
| Dear Valen | tine |
| Now quietly peek across the street |
| Perfectly kept, perfectly neat |
| But it's not complete, no not at all |
| Home I'm on my way to a holiday in real time |
| Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK |
| Dear Valentine |