The only place where you can dream, living here is not what it seems.
Ship of white light in the sky, nobody there to reason why.
Here I am, Iīm not really there, smiling faces ever so rare.
A letīs walk in deepest space, living here just isnīt the place.
Stalks of light come from the ground, when I cry there isnīt a sound.
All my feelings cannot be held, Iīm happy in my new strange world.
Shades of green grasses twine, girls drinking plasma wine.
A look at love, a dream unfolds, living here, youīll never grow old.
Donīt you hear me call? Ooh
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