I dreamt like Jacob
I was wrestling with God
In the end I won
I had a vision of myself
In robes of gold
Doing everything in my power to stay

Oh it was nice to dream again
Oh it was nice to see your face again
Oh it was good to think of you out loud

I climbed the ladder
That you put in front of me
Hoping you'd be there
Then clouds of angels
Turned into a crowded street
Drowning out my every
Word which I tried to say

Oh it was nice to dream again
To feel the touch of my oldest friend
Oh it was good to think of you out loud

Oh it was good of this I'm sure
Letting you in through and open door
Oh it was good to think of you out loud

Ohhhh

It was nice to dream again
Oh it was nice to see your face again
Even if I never see your face again