Lletres: Frank Sinatra. Elizabeth.

Dressed in dreams for me, you were what I wished to see
Elizabeth, Elizabeth
Love was very new, make believe was coming true
Elizabeth, Elizabeth
You were all much too much, out of reach and out of touch

When you came to me, I found it could never be
Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth
So a dream has to end when it's real
Not pretend, dressed in memories
You are what you used to be
Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth