It's a trick of the eye 
To live or die 
riddle without a clue 
I spend my days in a dreamy haze 
Thinking of what to do 

When the [bad word] down 
Night is all around 
I shed my skin 
Treading on your ground 
Go to a place where people make a crowd 
Find your face and do what's not allowed 

Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another........ 
You always seem to talk all through the night 
And you always seem to make it home alright 

It's a story tale when a dream turns stale 
I need a bolt from the blue 
I once loved before 
Does it matter anymore? 
'Cuz now it might be you 

When the [bad word] up 
Burning out the night 
Restrict your limbs 
And walk into the light 
There's nothing left to say 
Sleep is for the dead 
It's time to live out the dreams inside your head 

Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another........ 
You always seem to talk all through the night 
And you always seem to make it home alright 

Just try, try to scrape the sky 
Only once, once before you die 
Do something that would make your mother cry 
And dream, dream of another world 

Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another world 
Dreaming of another ....... 
You always seem to talk all through the night 
And you always seem to make it home alright 

Dream, dream, 
Dream, dream, dream