Dreams Songtext
von Saint Rich

I′m walking down the city street
I feel like some strange priest
I give the children all my money
It makes the angels weep
I followed you so silent
Through the endless rolling hills
The sparkling sky said it was time
And I cried 'til I was ill

Sometimes it gets so hard to tell
When people are for real
I smile at them so childlike
And they say, "I know just how you feel"


The bridge is frozen over
It′s too dangerous to walk
The guard's a two-faced psychiatrist
Who gives electric shock
Elijah has three daughters
And keeps books on every shelf
In his front lawn there stands a sign
That reads, "Beware of yourself"

The clock is moving slowly
And the coffee's getting cold
You don′t believe in magic
But I do just what I′m told
Sometimes I feel like a hopeless slave
Sometimes I feel like king
Sometimes I just can't tell
If I′m awake or if I'm dreaming