As I lie sleepin',
The world passes me by, they say.
Daylight creeps into the bedroom.
Begging me to start the day.
 
But in dreams,
There is possibility.
 
As I glide through sleepless nights,
I uncover dreams
Of broken glass,
Of faded walls,
And paper machines.
 
But in dreams,
There is possibility.
But in dreams,
I find opportunity.
 
As I crawl through half-lived days,
I hear the calling of the night.
Let the sunshine warm my skin,
But don't let the world come sneaking in.
 
But in dreams,
There is possibility.
But in dreams,
I find opportunity.
 
Listen to us call.
 
But in dreams,
There is possibility.
But in dreams,
I find opportunity.