Is it a kind of dream, floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream, oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon, a strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where you go, and what does it mean
Oh, oh, is it a dream?
- Bright eyes, burning like fire
- Bright eyes, how can you close and fail ?
- How can the light that burned so brightly
- Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes
Is it a kind of shadow, reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen, or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees, a cold sound in the
And nobody ever knows where you go, and where do you start, Oh, oh, into the dark