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 x3

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 is for the dead

It's time to live out

The dream inside your head

Dreaming of another world x3

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 x6

Dreaming of another you

Always seem to talk all through the night

And you

Always seem to make it home alright