guns that cross the streetyou never know who you might meetwho’s in disguiseooh as you blow a stormthere’s no one there to keep you warmit’s no surprisethere’s something in my eyesit’s a miracle (x5)and dreams are made of emotiondance with the counterfeitthe plastic smiles and micro heati’ll meet you thererun to the edge of townwhere hollywood lay its footprints downmonroe was therebut do you really carecry it’s a miracle (x4)it’s a miracle (x5)
and dreams are made of emotion