Silencio

Late at night
When you lie in your bed
And you struggle
With thoughts in your head
Then you're wishing
That sleep would come to you instead

You drift away
Into a world of dreams
Where nothing is real
Although it always seems so
Reflections of your own mind
Weaved into a cloak of mist
A play of the ego

Enter the world of eternal dusk
Where wishes come true
If you know what to wish for
Charade of the shades
Revealing your innermost fantasies
Like dust on the surface

In the morning
Your eyes are all red
When you wake up
And get out of bed
Then you're wishing
That you could go back to sleep instead

Drift away
Nothing is real
Float away
Don't let it stop
Drift away
Nothing is real
Flaot away
I don't want to wake up

Nothing is real
Although it always seems so
Reflections of your own mind
Weaved into a cloak of mist
A play of the ego