Dreaming of Another World

It's a trick of the eye to live or to die

A 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 chain 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

Dreaming of another world

Dreaming of another world

Dreaming of another you

Always seem to talk all through 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

So 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 dreams inside your head

Dreaming of another world

Dreaming of another world

Dreaming of another world

Dreaming of another you

Always seem to talk all through 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

And dream, dreaming of another world

Dream, dream, dream