Is it a kind of dream,
 Floating out on the tide,
 Following the river of death downstream?
 Or is it a dream?
 
 There's a fog along the horizon,
 A strange glow in the sky,
 And nobody seems to know where you go,
 And what does it mean?
 Or is it a dream?
 
 Bright eyes,
 Burning like fire
 Bright eyes,
 How can they close and fail?
 How can the light that burned so brightly
 Suddenly burn so pale?
 Bright eyes
 
 Is it a kind of shadow,
 Reaching into the night,
 Wandering over the hills unseen,
 Or is it a dream?
 
 There's a high wind in the trees,
 A cold sound in the air,
 And nobody seems knows where you go,
 And where do you start,
 Oh, into the dark
 
 Bright eyes,
 burning like fire
 Bright eyes,
 how can they close and fail?
 How can the light that burned so brightly
 Suddenly burn so pale?
 Bright eyes
 
 Bright eyes,
 Burning like fire
 Bright eyes,
 How can they close and fail?
 How can the light that burned so brightly
 Suddenly burn so pale?
 Bright eyes