Из альбома: The Trees Are Dead & Dried Out Wait for Something Wild
Love is in the air
Hate is in the air
Death is in the air
Waith, yeah
Let me think for a moment
About a world with painted paper
And so much cement,
So much cement
So what is if for and meant? Never?
I don't understand why
A fool? Yeah? Oh?
I built a ship this afternoon
I plan to sail it up to the moon
I want to fly, I want to fly,
A fool? Yeah?
I want to fly, I want to fly, I want
Can't we all dream?
Can't we all dream?
I want to fly up to the moon then to somewhere new
I want to sail somewhere new
Can't we all dream?