Then my heart cried oh I love you so Love you so I was lost in the world of dreams Hunting every star shining over him, it seems I watch like a shepherd boy Searching for his laughing, and dancing everywhere You can walk, yeah you catching me You and I

Lover man, oh, where can you be I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears

And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us And go mad for a couple grams

I am not the boy next door I don't belong like I did before Nothin' ever seems like it used to be You can have your dreams, but you can't have me I can't go back there anymore 'Cause I am not the boy next door Comin' home used to feel so good I'm a

Dream dream dream Like lovers do And it might come true Dream dream Baby it seems the time is never right You're goin' left and I'm goin' right But I'm still waiting If I play my cards right

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed

Oh, my life Is changing every day In every possible way And oh, my dreams It's never quite as it seems Impossible to ignore Impossible not to do Never quite as it seems I know I've felt like this before

The girl from the wadi hammamat Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream Lovely as a green parakeet I awake alone again In the desert of my dreams A fertile oasis i have seen I cast my voice to the burning winds Across the dunes khamsin khamsin Bring

No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance

For angels to fly And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream