You´re living in a dream mist made of pink perfume
You hide behind the mask of Sunday afternoons
You´ll never see the real world, never find out why

You live a life of feathers flying in a cloud
Your mind is like a jungle overgrown with flowers
You´ll never see the real life, never learn to cry

You´re floating through the lost world of other people´s dreams
You see the world through diamonds made from plasticine
You never see the real things, never find out why
Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam
You´re sheltered from the sunlight by making love your home
You never see the real life, never learn to cry

You´re living in a dream mist made of pink perfume

You live a life of feathers flying in a cloud
You´re floating through the lost world of other people´s dreams
Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam
You´re sheltered from the sunlight.