( Galleon )
A
little boy slips through the door, full of hope into a bright morning
With
heīs heart full of joy, and heīs legs want to run
He
shouts what a perfect day, this is my funland, my dreamland
My
land of opportunities, a chance to do what i want
What
i canīt do in the real world
Growing
up is hard, staying little is easier
Like
Peter Pan iīm flying over houses
Over
trees and hills, barren land and golden fields
Everyone
loves to believe in, wondrous stories
And
fairytales of other worlds
I
wonder, are there rollercoasters in heaven
Or
do i follow the yellow brick road
I
could see a familiar face, and he said
The
game has just begun
A
merry-go-round that never stops
Popcorn
hills and candy floss clouds
A
hysterically laughing fool, juggling with toffee apples
But
where are the clowns?
Maybe
it is your dark side
Who
pays a little visit
Loud
voices echoes in your head
Thereīs
a sea of sweat in your bed
Snakes
pouring down your walls
Your
hand looks like dried wood
In
the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
In
the dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
Suddenly
you wake up with a scream
It
is yet another suspicious dream
In the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
In my dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
Suddenly you turn around and the whole scene has changed
The dreams are much comfortable and warmer now
Whatīs going on in my head, is this fiction or truth
Or is it the gate to the fountain of youth
Dreamland