One cold damp evening The world stood still I watched as it held its breath A silhouette I thought I knew Came through someone spoke to me Whispered in my ear "This fantasy's for you, and everyone that's here" The whole world flashed before my eyes I thought what they say is true I shed my skin, and my disguise Then cold alone and naked I emerged from my cocoon And love's Clair de Lune played softly in my head I envied you, immortalized Up there on that silver screen Your presence there night after night For me and for others too Was of the endless night We dream in celluloid And everything's alright (You critics) I realize a miracle is due I dedicate this melody to you I realize a miracle is due I dedicate this melody to you But is this the stuff dreams are made of? If this is the stuff dreams are made of? No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air No wonder I feel like I'm floating on air (Repeat)