Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Often I wonder where lost hours fly
Deep down the mind where memories lie
Where do they go?
Where do they go?
Where do they go, the full hearted people
That nobody cared about after all
May be some other place
May be some other place
Some other place, a land of their own
Far from their fate
Far from the good looking people
Good looking faces
We twist and we turn and we struggle in vain
What we know is driving us insane
Ignorance is bliss in the kingdom of freaks
We know that the only thinking left for us to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Good looking lips ornamented with lies
Wiping away all the hope and desire
Oh where is it?
Where is desire?
It’s down in the bottom under secrets and lies
Deep down the bottle where memories lie
All the memories
Where is desire/
Where do they go?
