Taking a ride in a fabulous world Where the sun shines at night and no one gets old Focusing on a pinewood in blue Where there is a house in rubber and gla** Walk through the door, have a look at the floor There are thousands of stars spinning about Taking the stairs to a room filled with dust There are things everywhere and a moving rocking chair And a man Stranger still Your need to disagree Stranger still Your inability Stranger still This lack of faith I see Stranger still Your lack of faith in me He's holding a book in his shivering hands Looking deeply into it in some kind of trance There on the sheet a princess so sweet He is reaching for her but all for nought And I'm aching for him I dream my dream alone In it's darkness I find hope My mind creates the lies I need to get through the day I dream again and again Sometimes it's new More often the same Sometimes it's all that's real No matter how surreal I don't know how you manage to get by Can you tell by the face I'm making? I don't know what to do to understand Can you tell by the smile I'm faking?