I just wanted to see, if you would recognize me
Nothing to see, nothing to feel, my life is so unreal
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Is there a place for me
Is there a place for me, below the sun
Hold on to your dreams
Don’t let them fly away
Hold on to the thought
of a better day
Man of clay, why can’t you understand, you're just a figment of my imagination
Can’t you see, that you belong to me, brought to life with my calculations
Somewhere a child I can hear, and the salty air from the sea
Awaking me from my slumber
Is this the real world
Is this the real world, I wonder
Hold on to your dreams
Don’t let them fly away
Hold on to the thought
of a better day
Oh my son what have you done? Leaving me so far behind.
I needed you more, than you need me. I was so blind I could not see
All the hopes and all the dreams crowned with my own sweet beams
All I felt and all I’ve seen, all the places I have been
The rainbow of humankind and time out of mind
The pleasure and the pain, and the mysterious daisy chain
And the memories on a woven quilt, and in the houses that we built
On the plains and in the ports, in museums and resorts
For the young and for the old, for the rich and for the poor
Sing!
© Nils Jansson, 2018