Who's this little girl with big brown curls? She never talks, she only stares in space with big round eyes Could it be that she can see something that we cannot see What's this strange game and who else is in it? It's just imagination Imagination Where is all this anger coming from? Now all my friends who never had a name Come down only at night And we still play together in the dark A harmless game, then why this shame? I guess I've lost since I grew up But I've still got the city of my mind Yes, I've still got the city of mind I'll build myself in it I'll sing myself to sleep When no one else is here to make believe I'll make myself believe I'll sing myself to sleep I'll tuck myself in bed Tell stories in my head Dream out of dream again Dream out of dream again Dream out of dream again But I've still got the city of my mind Yes, I've still got the city of mind I'll build myself in it I'll sing myself to sleep When no one else is here to make believe