It has become fall
And we apparently too
Everything seems freezing
But we still move
Our faces motionless
Trembling indeed
In this icecold desert
You are all I need
It’s not a matter of time
Oh when you want to go home
I’m tired but I’m trying
To be a good company
The endless streets
Feel like an injury
Until we slowly
Become a sweet sweet dream
Sweet Dream, Sweet Dream, Sweet Dream, Sweet Dream
We are people who are ready to find
Something hidden for no one alive
Hidden for no one alive ouh ouh ouh ouh
Hidden for no one alive
Hidden for no one alive
It’s not a matter of time
Oh when you want to go home
I’m tired but I’m trying
To be a good company
The endless streets
Feel like an injury
Until we slowly
Become a sweet sweet dream
It’s not a matter of time
Oh when you want to go home
I’m tired but I’m trying
To be a good company
The endless streets
Feel like an injury
Until we slowly
Become a sweet sweet dream
Hidden for no one alive
Hidden for no one alive
It’s not a matter of time
Oh when you want to go home
I’m tired but I’m trying
To be a good company, yeah
The endless streets
Feel like an injury
Until we slowly
Become a sweet sweet dream