Guns that cross the street
You never know who you might meet
Who's in disguise
Ooh, as you blow a storm
There's no one there to keep you warm
It's no surprise
There's something in my eyes

It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion

Dance with the counterfeit
The plastic smiles and micro heat
I'll meet you there
Run to the edge of town
Where hollywood lay its footprints down
Monroe was there
But do you really care

It's a miracle

It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion