Awake in the cosmic Dream

Life goes on
under this cosmic light
life forever gone
under these satellites

your grey eyes
under this winter moon
your pale face
we'll be better then... yeah..

and, if we turning back again
time is like a river flowing,
flowing downhill

and, if we loose our time again
call me every time you need
I would be there

tell me at least just one word
unless signals that are mixed
cause I can't read your rolling eyes

and, if we turning back again
time is like a river flowing,
flowing downhill

and, if we loose our time again
call me every time you need
I would be there

tell me at least just one word
unless signals that are mixed
cause I can't read your rolling eyes