These Living Dreams کے بول

Subtle change in the air Trees are different Something different, can’t describe Birds are whistling Something that they used to sing Way back, who knows when Or maybe you’re just looking at me Like you used to look at me again Maybe I am a ghost And I’m the only one that hasn’t Been informed, long ago That I’m some long-dead protoplasm But something calls me back tonight To the land of living men Or maybe you’re just looking at me Like you used to look at me again These living dreams I sing These living dreams I sing Subtle change, like the clouds Soft clouds floating by Little breeze takes me along My soul can’t help but fly Out across the mountains where The sunrise never ends Or maybe you’re just looking at me Like you used to look at me Maybe you’re just looking at me Like you used to look at me again These living dreams I sing These living dreams I sing