You know it in your heart as to its worth
And on a dry flat land
That is not where I am
But the fantastic world of dreams
Really touches into me
Not a theory, needs not be
Lit the way with me
Not another casualty
It was a long march through
Barbed wires electrocution
Gives me something
Gives you more
Good stuff.
And on a dry flat land
That is not where I am
But the fantastic world of dreams
Really touches into me
Not a theory, needs not be
Lit the way with me
Not another casualty
It was a long march through
Barbed wires electrocution
Gives me something
Gives you more
Good stuff.