I've got a picture of you on the screen
You look back at me when I'm worrying about my monotonous life
Just now, on the telly, you looked like you longed to be
somewhere else with someone else, someone who understands
They say I'm mad to read everything about you from the magazines
They say I've only been wasting my time
and that I've got a crush with a mere dream
Now I'm not interested in separating fact from fiction
I know how I feel and at least that is true
Now I'm not interested in separating fact from fiction
I know how I feel and at least that is true
My life is four walls in this apartment building
Full of photos of you and moments when I dream
My life is these pencil tips
that break every time I try to write to you what I'm thinking
They say I'm mad to read everything about you from the magazines
They say I've only been wasting my time
and that I've got a crush with a mere dream
Now I'm not interested in separating fact from fiction
I know how I feel and at least that is true
Now I'm not interested in separating fact from fiction
I know how I feel and at least that is true
And I stay here, staring out the window,
when street lamps light up in the countryside like rising
I fly out into the sky
Perhaps sometimes I did dream about coming back wou ou ou ou ou
Nothing's ready but dreams will carry me
Now I'm not interested in separating fact from fiction
I know how I feel and at least that is true
Now I'm not interested in separating fact from fiction
I know how I feel and at least that is true
Nothing's ready but dreams will carry me
Nothing's ready but dreams will carry me