Sunday Driver - The Man from Bombay lyrics

Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa Last night I dreamed I stood on an empty stage with walls so high and the light so bright shining in my face Weird faceless crowd everything spinning around at some kind of crazy pace Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa Aaahaaa I spoke out I heard my voice sounding way too clear This is really weird Is it all my fault? How did I get here? Calm as can be did I hear you whisper to me what do you have to fear...? Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa Aaahaaa Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa Oooh-aaah-ooohooo-aaahaaa I woke up the air was still and the crowd had gone Is it all my fault? Did I try too hard? Did I stay too long? My dreams are all losing color and form When will the dream be done...?