歌手:Mystery Jets
专辑:《Serotonin》

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, treading on new ground

Go to a place where the people make a crowd
Find your face 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