In My Dreams
Youth Group Lyrics


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Happy again for the precious time I steal
For a minute there I thought my dream was real
Sometimes you come to me as a flock of birds
Sometimes you come dressed as Allen Ginsberg

Until the mornin' light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Sometimes a bolt of light comes through the sadness
That there is a reason for the madness
Somehow it stirs a joy within me
I understand that the root of pain is beauty

Until the morning light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't face this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Old grief has favored me with a thousand sittings
A series of portraits that go on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on

In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive
In my dreams you are alive

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door, not speakin'




I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Youth Group's song "In My Dreams" speaks to the idea of loss and grief, particularly the struggle to cope and move on from it. The song centers on the persona's persistent dream of a deceased loved one that they cannot seem to shake off. The persona in the song is happy for the moments when they can "steal" time away to reminisce about their lost loved one. They remark on the fleeting feeling of hopefulness when they briefly thought their dream became a reality. The deceased loved one appears in the persona's dream in various forms, sometimes as a flock of birds and sometimes as Allen Ginsberg.


The lyrics suggest the way grief can haunt a person even in their dreams. The persona longs for the presence of their loved one, describing them as "alive and breathing," and "standing at my door like St. Steven." The tone of the song is tinged with an underlying hopelessness, with the persona acknowledging their inability to break free from their dream. The lyrics also hint at the idea that there is beauty in pain, that "the root of pain is beauty." The persona finds some comfort in this notion, as it stirs a joy within them despite their sorrow.


Line by Line Meaning

Happy again for the precious time I steal
I feel joyful when I take a break from reality and immerse myself in my dreams.


For a minute there I thought my dream was real
Sometimes my dreams feel so vivid that it's hard to distinguish them from reality.


Sometimes you come to me as a flock of birds
In my dreams, you appear to me in various forms and shapes, such as a group of birds.


Sometimes you come dressed as Allen Ginsberg
You take different forms in my dreams, such as dressing up as a famous poet like Allen Ginsberg.


Until the mornin' light the same dream every night
I have the same dream every night, until I wake up in the morning.


In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
In my dreams, you're alive and breathing, unlike in reality where you're no longer with me.


Standin' at my door like St. Steven
You appear to me in my dreams as if you're standing at my door, just like the Christian martyr St. Steven.


I just can't break this it seems
I can't seem to let go of this dream, even though it's not the reality.


Sometimes a bolt of light comes through the sadness
Occasionally, in the midst of the sadness, comes a glimmer of hope or understanding.


That there is a reason for the madness
I believe that there is a purpose behind the chaos and turmoil I'm experiencing.


Somehow it stirs a joy within me
Despite the struggle, there's a sense of happiness that arises in me when I think about that purpose.


I understand that the root of pain is beauty
I've come to realize that there is a certain beauty to be found in pain and suffering.


Old grief has favored me with a thousand sittings
I've experienced so much grief and loss that it feels like an old friend or companion.


A series of portraits that go on and on and on
The memories of the pain and the people I've lost seem to be never-ending.


In my dreams you are alive
Again, in my dreams, you're alive and with me, even if it's just for a moment.


Standin' at my door, not speakin'
You come to me in my dreams, but sometimes you don't speak, you're just there.


I just can't face this it seems
The reality of your absence is too much for me to bear and I can't seem to confront it.


In my dreams, in my dreams
These dreams are my way to escape and hold onto the past.




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Lina 8289

IN MY DREAMS LYRICS

Happy again for the precious time I steal
For a minute there I thought my dream was real
Sometimes you come to me as a flock of birds
Sometimes you come dressed as Allen Ginsberg

Until the mornin' light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Sometimes a bolt of light comes through the sadness
That there is a reason for the madness
Somehow it stirs a joy within me
I understand that the root of pain is beauty

Until the morning light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't face this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Old grief has favored me with a thousand sittings
A series of portraits that go on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on



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Lina 8289

IN MY DREAMS LYRICS

Happy again for the precious time I steal
For a minute there I thought my dream was real
Sometimes you come to me as a flock of birds
Sometimes you come dressed as Allen Ginsberg

Until the mornin' light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't break this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Sometimes a bolt of light comes through the sadness
That there is a reason for the madness
Somehow it stirs a joy within me
I understand that the root of pain is beauty

Until the morning light the same dream every night

In my dreams you are alive and breathin'
Standin' at my door like St. Steven
I just can't face this it seems
In my dreams, in my dreams

Old grief has favored me with a thousand sittings
A series of portraits that go on and on and on
On and on and on and on
On and on and on

sherwoodd1

i been listening to this song for ages, its a great how you put it on a tv show and then everyone realises how good it is.

Chelsea Bitondo

I love this song and I also first heard it on Private Practice. It was such an emotional scene. Perfect song for it.

twinsgemini123

I LOVE THIS GROUP..HAVE THEY EVER MADE A BAD SONG...TOTAL AWESOME

april941990

god...just heard this on private practice. so beautiful and emotional which fits the scene it was used for perfectly

Leah24392

Love Youth Group so hearing them on PP was immense :)

Thomas Cacciamani

This is literally the only place I can find this song.
Thank you so much for uploading this.

Lliones66

thanks to you ;)

mette011

I sure do appreciate Youth Group :D

7slasher7

Just heard on Private Practice. Great scene,great song...

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