Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are [bad word] for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it On and on and on we are calling out and out again Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me Is it real now When two people [bad word] one I can feel it When two people [bad word] one Thought I’d never see The love you found in me Now it’s changing all the time Living in a rhythm where the minutes working overtime