in my dream i have been naked, | |
lying on a silver stone | |
the water an the walls reflected | |
the light that came in through the door | |
i looked around and then i saw it | |
a picture hanging on the wall | |
i say the sky, i saw the ocean | |
and i could hear the cold wind call | |
so many colours drawning on and on my mind | |
too many liegt years left behind | |
broken glasses all around me | |
my head is aching all the time | |
i don´t remember how i got there | |
and through the door i hear you crying | |
so many colours drawning on and on my mind | |
too many liegt years left behind | |
what´s real, what is imagination | |
and what is true and what´s a dream | |
now what is true and what´s a dream | |
my heard went faster as i stood up | |
and i walked through that room | |
now what is true and what´s a dream | |
i didn´t feel my feet no more | |
i felt like in a balloon | |
now what is true and what´s a dream | |
i fell the pain no more | |
i´m floating through my mind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many dreams are telling me i have to | |
find my real destination, peace of mind |
in my dream i have been naked, | |
lying on a silver stone | |
the water an the walls reflected | |
the light that came in through the door | |
i looked around and then i saw it | |
a picture hanging on the wall | |
i say the sky, i saw the ocean | |
and i could hear the cold wind call | |
so many colours drawning on and on my mind | |
too many liegt years left behind | |
broken glasses all around me | |
my head is aching all the time | |
i don t remember how i got there | |
and through the door i hear you crying | |
so many colours drawning on and on my mind | |
too many liegt years left behind | |
what s real, what is imagination | |
and what is true and what s a dream | |
now what is true and what s a dream | |
my heard went faster as i stood up | |
and i walked through that room | |
now what is true and what s a dream | |
i didn t feel my feet no more | |
i felt like in a balloon | |
now what is true and what s a dream | |
i fell the pain no more | |
i m floating through my mind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many dreams are telling me i have to | |
find my real destination, peace of mind |
in my dream i have been naked, | |
lying on a silver stone | |
the water an the walls reflected | |
the light that came in through the door | |
i looked around and then i saw it | |
a picture hanging on the wall | |
i say the sky, i saw the ocean | |
and i could hear the cold wind call | |
so many colours drawning on and on my mind | |
too many liegt years left behind | |
broken glasses all around me | |
my head is aching all the time | |
i don t remember how i got there | |
and through the door i hear you crying | |
so many colours drawning on and on my mind | |
too many liegt years left behind | |
what s real, what is imagination | |
and what is true and what s a dream | |
now what is true and what s a dream | |
my heard went faster as i stood up | |
and i walked through that room | |
now what is true and what s a dream | |
i didn t feel my feet no more | |
i felt like in a balloon | |
now what is true and what s a dream | |
i fell the pain no more | |
i m floating through my mind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many light years left behind | |
so many dreams are telling me i have to | |
find my real destination, peace of mind |