Pull the sheet back over your eyes and
Enter the dream
Start again other people's life from where you left it
When the day is done
See colors, see shapes
In a word walk while the others sleep
See colors, see shapes
Towns becoming towns right by the night
With animals walking silently
In your back, fear always follows you
Pull the sheet back over your eyes and
Enter the dream
Turn on the marvellous screen
When the day is done
To find your wounded love
At the bottom of the drawer where you left it
To find your wounded love
Cut the world in pieces with a razor blade
To see the black pit inside the fruit
Life is not what they want us to believe
Life is not life
Life is not what they want us to believe
The sheet of despair is better
As life is not what they want us to believe, then
The sheet of despair is better
Pull the sheet back over your eyes
Turn on the marvellous screen
When the day is done