What ever I say, whatever I do
Has the taste of unreality.
There are dreams that become 'I':
They use my fingers to touch,
My mouth to speak.
I forgot how to live.
Only my dreams continue.
What ever I say, whatever I do
Has the taste of unreality.
There are dreams that become 'I':
They use my fingers to touch,
My mouth to speak.
I forgot how to live.
Only my dreams continue.