Every evening when she goes to bed
She won't listen to her dreams
Which bring her to places so bad for her mind

She has nothing to tell and everything to see
And what happens in her dreams
In the morning she looks so sad

With tears in her eyes
With tears in her eyes

Every morning when she wakes up
I have to listen to her dreams
So strange, so deep, too complicated to tell

And every time when she tries
To explain one of these stories
She always starts to cry
She starts to cry

With tears in her eyes
With tears in her eyes

Tears in her eyes
Tears in her eyes

Dancing, feeling, swinging
It gives her power everywhere
Why can't she always live in this way
It's so unfair

At the end of the day
All voices start again in her head
It's hard to handle
She has to cry
She has to cry

With tears in her eyes
With tears in her eyes
With tears in her eyes
With tears in her eyes




(c) Robert Berger