Sugar
Sugar, butter, flour

Sometimes I still see her
My mother, the dreamer
She'd say, "Nothing's impossible, child"

A dream needs believing
To taste like the real thing
Like some stranger you recognize

So pure, so electric
So sure, so connected
To those little believers inside
May we all be so lucky

But dreams are elusive
The kind we've gotten used to is
Nothing I can feel
Nothing I can hold
Nothing I can have
Nothing that I know
Dreams come and they go

But hold them and keep them
(But hold them and keep them)
And know that you need them
(And know that you need them)
When your breaking point's all that you have
A dream is a soft place to land
May we all be so lucky
Sugar, butter, flour