I stood behind you in a whirlwind of beautiful lies Far away a fading laughter dies and someone tries To tell you things are alright, that this night will end in light So why are you sleeping when there's nothing to flee from? We drift like summer sounds upon the air in dreams of time Behind your closed eyes other eyes will close and bells will chime Through eighty years of light you daydreamed through the night So why are you sleeping when there's nothing to flee from? It's something very clouded that arrives when the dreams should come The second hand you bought might well be what dead people wore But still they might have been a part of happiness before You shouldn't worry about a thing anymore Though it's something very clouded
