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Is it a kind of dream,
floating out on the tide,
following the river of death downstream,
oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon,
a strange glow in the sky
and nobody seems to know where you go
and what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Is it a kind of shadow,
reaching into the night,
wandering over the hills unseen,
or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees,
a cold sound in the air
and nobody ever knows when you go,
and where do you start,
oh, into the dark?
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Nu ska jag bädda ner min stora bebis, som alltför lätt låter trötthet och sömn göra honom handlingsförlamad.. får se om jag är stark nog att bära honom till sängen!
(:
floating out on the tide,
following the river of death downstream,
oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon,
a strange glow in the sky
and nobody seems to know where you go
and what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Is it a kind of shadow,
reaching into the night,
wandering over the hills unseen,
or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees,
a cold sound in the air
and nobody ever knows when you go,
and where do you start,
oh, into the dark?
Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Nu ska jag bädda ner min stora bebis, som alltför lätt låter trötthet och sömn göra honom handlingsförlamad.. får se om jag är stark nog att bära honom till sängen!
(:
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