On my birthday night,
At last I saw the light.
The lanterns, how they glowed in the sky,
How they caught my eye.
Something else made my night so grand.
But what? I don't understand.
Could it be that is was he
Who sat and watched the lanterns with me
That made my night turn out so great,
Besides the lanterns and the light they create?
Now that my dream has come and gone,
I must find a new one.
Flynn Rider, it may seem,
That you, my love, are my new dream.