Tick, tock, the hands of the clock,
Turn as the Dreamer wishes.
Lost in thought, his battles fought,
Taking solace in his deep dreaming.
In the world of Man, he does what he can,
But it never amounts to much.
In the Dream world, tears are as gold,
And the Dreamer is rich indeed...
Sorrows abound, his love not yet found,
Producing these fanciful dreams.
Lost in thought over emotions wrought
By trying to live his dreams,
The Dreamer yet wishes,
And he still hopes,
Though all seems to be lost.
He feels the numbness,
The dying heart's frost,
Closing in on him fast.
The time may fly,
But even time may die...
Tick, tock, the hands of the clock,
Turn as the Dreamer wishes.
Lost in thought, his battles fought,
Taking solace in his deep dreaming.
In the world of Man, he does what he can,
But it never amounts to much.
In the Dream world, tears are as gold,
And the Dreamer is rich indeed...
Sorrows abound, his love not yet found,
Producing these fanciful dreams.
Lost in thought over emotions wrought
By trying to live his dreams,
The Dreamer yet wishes,
And he still hopes,
Though all seems to be lost.
He feels the numbness,
The dying heart's frost,
Closing in on him fast.
The time may fly,
But even time may die...