 It's a trick of the eye
To live or to die
Riddle without a clue
I spend my days in a dreamy haze
Thinking of what to do
When the sun comes down
Night is all around
I shed my skin, tread it on your ground
Go to a place where the people make a crowd
Find your pace and do what's not allowed
Dreaming of another world (x 3)
Dreaming of another you
Always seem to talk all trough the night
And you
Always seem to make it home alright
It's a sorry tale when a dream turns stale
I need a bolt from the blue
I once loved before does it matter anymore
Cause now it might be you
When the sun comes up
Burning out the night
We stretch our limbs
And walk into the light
There's nothing left to say
Sleep as the dead
It's time to live out
The dream inside your head
Dreaming of another world (x 3)
Dreaming of another you
Always seem to talk all trough the night
And you
Always seem to make it home alright
Just try
Try to scrape the sky
Only once, once before you die
Do something that will make
Your mother cry
The dream, dream of another world...
Dreaming of another world (x 3)
Dreaming of another you
Always seem to talk all trough the night
And you
Always seem to make it home alright
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