Текст песни
At the end of a weekday
She glides along
The sidewalks in the electric light
Singing a song
And I look out the window
To see her
But it looks like I failed again
Ill need the cure
Why do I feel like I am dreaming?
Well, Dying, this dream will raise me
We all flutter like moths
In the light of the evening streetlights
And dont know these cute lights
Are lit, perhaps not for us …Not for us!
But I look out the window
To see her
And Im going to fail again
Ill need the cure
Why do I feel like I am dreaming?
Dying, this dream will raise me
Why not right now and why not right here
Let her know that she is my dream?
Why do I Why do I feel?
Why do I feel like I am dreaming?
Dying, this dream will raise me
Why not right now and why not right here
Let her know that she is my dream?
