Some say I’ve got devil
Some say I’ve got angel
But I’m just a guy in trouble
I don’t think I’m in danger
Don’t think I’m in danger
No, I know I’m not in danger

But some have tried to sell me
All kinds of things to save me 
From hurting like a grown man,
and crying like a baby
Something like a grown man,
crying like a baby

And all the things that I have seen
Qualify me for a part in your dream
Qualify me for this dream

And though I’d like to tell it
Exactly how I feel it
Somehow the music
Hides it and conceals it
Hides it and conceals it
Oh, it hides

And all the things that I have seen
Can be hidden in a part of my dream
Gonna hide it from my dream

(c) Peter Evrard