I picture us together. Framed in gold leaf. On the mantle with the others. One big happy family. But that snapshot can't be found. And I don't trust my memory. But it's alright it's alright. For a dream. I imagine we are gathered. But this time not dressed in black. There's laughing and smiling. Not stabbing in the back. But it's too good to be true. And too bad I still recall the screams. [Chorus]. I keep half the picture. Mostly in my mind. Mama dressed in white. Ripped when she held your hand. Showing no signs of age. Just slightly frayed along the seam. [Chorus]. It's alright. All that I can claim. It's alright. And it will have to do. It's alright. Better than the pain. It's alright. Better than the truth. It's alright. Alright for a dream. It's alright. Better than fate and the great scheme. It's alright. It's alright. For christmas and for New Year. I wish and I resolve. But I'm disappointed by myself. Jesus and Santa Claus. I want to believe. She's been saved. And he's be redeemed. And it's alright it's alright. For a dream