A dream on the fly My lungs are so tired Your green eyes The only thing I like Long is the night Your loud voice might Wake me from the vision Where I'm out of sight Belgium's high Belgium's on my mind It is the type That owns my native life Belgium's fine Belgium's in the sky And every time It's off the dark side Everyone's where One wishes to be You sleep in the land That no one can't see You are not what You are trying to fake I know you are tender Fragile, you pretender Belgium's high Belgium's on my mind It is the type That owns my native life Belgium's fine Belgium's in the sky And every time It's off the dark side Belgium's high Belgium's on my mind It is the type That owns my native life Belgium's fine Belgium's in the sky And every time It's off the dark side