Dreaming

Another tsunami is coming

Hurry and hold the boats down

Before the blue flowers bloom

And the waters destroy the town

The buildings are almost finished

You can see your future home

But it's all going away

No longer these fields you'll roam

The cannons are in the park

Loaded and aimed at the sky

The festival's about to begin

But they're all going to die

The fountain is overflowing

Too much magic in the air

Approach the red brutes

Tell 'em to stop and share

Be jealous of the faithful peasants

They're worked and believed

They'll be better off in the end

Though they've lived a life berieved

Go back to the golden hill

All the masters are there

The answers are waiting for you still

As long as you never tell where

Everything seems to be at its end

But I can't remember how it got this way

It all doesn't make enough sense

Maybe it's because I'm not awake