|
He is walking in dreams |
|
Not knowing reality's name |
|
Still - is not real the fantasy |
|
When believed in? |
|
Through the shadows of what some call life |
|
He is lighting his way |
|
Not knowing if to kill or to cry |
|
Pictures of unicorns on a hill |
|
Pictures of rats in a street |
|
Taking emotions to the extreme |
|
Not knowing if to live or to die |
|
Walking in dreams; not knowing reality's name |
|
Not clearsighted; still a winner in his own game |
|
Walking in dreams |
|
Asleep but still awake |
|
Walking in dreams |
|
Will he die when morning breaks |
|
As he talks to the clouds you name him; crazy |
|
But wouldn't you like to know what he sees |
|
He may not understand what you sat to him |
|
But he understands the whispers in the trees |
|
He has created a kingdom of his own |
|
While you're created nothing |
|
Nowhere to call home |
|
How are you to decide if wrong or right |
|
Is his world and the treasures there his finds |
|
When there he finds peace like you will never see ' |
|
Cause when you lose your dreams you lose your mind |
|
Walking in dreams |
|
Asleep but still awake |
|
Walking in dreams |
|
Will he die when morning breaks |
|
The diversity of reality is humanity not insanity |
|
Holy are the crazy for they dream with open eyes |
|
In this world where on the altar of logic |
|
Our dreams we sacrifice |
|
Walking in dreams |
|
Asleep but still awake |
|
Walking in dreams |
|
Will he die when morning breaks |
|
So pray for the dreamwalker |
|
That he will make it though |
|
He is the future; he is the future |
|
For me and for you |
