Is it a kind of dream
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream?
Or is it a dream?
There’s a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where you go And what does it mean?
Oh is it a dream?
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes
Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream?
There’s a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows when you go And where do you start
Oh, into the dark