I remember looking down a certain street.
It would look very strange, as if in a dream.
And I would have the feeling I must walk down that street
because there was something for me to see or something
that I must do or an experience that I must have.
I remember I was working very hard at my dancing.
There were fingers touching me on my forehead.
As these symptoms continued and seemed to get worse and worse,
at the same time I was also withdrawing more and more into myself,
like dark black ominous clouds gathering on me,
like a nightmare that was engulfing me.
Is this a dream?
Or am I really here?
I see your face.
I hope that you are near.
All this time and all these words and
all this love and all these hurts.
If it's a dream,
I hope that you are near.
I want to feel.
I want to feel.
I want to feel.
I want to feel.
I want to feel.
I want it.
I want it.
I want to feel.
I wanna stay there
And if I'm dreaming
I gotta stay there
And if I'm dreaming
I wanna stay there
And if I'm dreaming
I wanna stay there
I wanna stay there I wanna stay there
Ooh
Is this a dream?
Or am I really here?
I see your face
I hope that you are near
I've lost time at all these words
And all this love and all these hurts
If it's a dream I hope that you are near
I wanna stay I wanna stay
And if I'm dreaming I wanna stay there
And if I'm dreaming I wanna stay there
And if I'm dreaming I wanna stay there
And if I'm dreaming
I wanna stay there