Utopia کے بول

I among the sleeping crown Taking hand You draw it out There's a hunger in my being Flooded by an emerald high You are unearthed I discover Washing over Holy other Oh, it's surreal, it's surreal, it's surreal Yeah Oh, it's surreal, it's surreal, it's surreal Yeah Eye among the sleeping crown Taking hand you draw it out There's a hunger in my being Flooded by an emerald high You are unearthed I discover Washing over Holy other And is this my reality? And is this really happening? And is this my reality? And is this really happening?