AMÉLIE:
They say times are hard for dreamers
But they won't be hard for me
When all my dreams have gone as planned
And I can see who's falling down
And though they do not see me
I am reaching out my hand
Inside the train
Out through the glass
My finger tracing
I see myself in every face that's racing past
On the train in Paris
Half a mile from Sacré-Cœur
The city's waking up for me
And I can see what each of them has lost of locked inside
And suddenly I hold the key
I turn the lock and disappear
And all it takes is one more step and then I'm hеre
Just me behind thе door
It isn't what I have
It's only what I have in store
That matters now
The past can only fade
As everything I'll ever need is here
This is how my world gets made
They say times are hard for dreamers
And who knows?
Maybe they are
People seem stuck or lost at sea
And I might be a dreamer but it's gotten me this far
And that is far enough for me
Look out my window
There's a view
Of other windows
My own museum full of paintings I look through
Where everything is clear
It isn't where I am
It's only where I'll go from here
What matters now
As I am not afraid
As everything I'll ever need appears
This is how my world gets
Made