As I lie sleepin', The world passes me by, they say. Daylight creeps into the bedroom. Begging me to start the day. But in dreams, There is possibility. As I glide through sleepless nights, I uncover dreams Of broken glass, Of faded walls, And paper machines. But in dreams, There is possibility. But in dreams, I find opportunity. As I crawl through half-lived days, I hear the calling of the night. Let the sunshine warm my skin, But don't let the world come sneaking in. But in dreams, There is possibility. But in dreams, I find opportunity. Listen to us call. But in dreams, There is possibility. But in dreams, I find opportunity.