The train is in the distance Should have had a happy end Like the storybook has told
Aching limbs that cling at night Cultivate my thoughts again
Wish I could dream again but right now, right now I wish that I could dream again
My mother leaves the room
Why the song-bird does not sing Who will be the one to tell them That some fool has clipped her wings?
Wish I could dream again but right now, right now I wish that I could dream again
Living in dreams is such a false paradise But visiting make-believe can be so damn nice Where did all the dreaming go?
Dreams... Telling me... Keep dreaming