I am a Still Dreamer, that is what I am,
I could be a moving dreamer but that is not the same.
I come from a world where there are diamonds in the sky,
Where fancy red dragons with fiery breath fly.
Glimmering towers of majesties rise up high,
Way past the rain clouds and the dragons that fly.
I gaze into dreaming minds and wish for things to change,
And for all my faults I have caused my life to become estrange.
I live on park benches and watch the world evolve,
As life rises in birth, then suddenly dies, and dissolves.
As I said, I am a Still Dream and that is what I am,
I could be anything else but then I would not be the same.
I dream of many things that I wish I could be,
A captain on a sailing boat, with the entire world to see.
Someone important with a major role to play,
But they're only dreams and they all decay.
As a dreamer I see things that no-one else could
All of those victims living and being misunderstood.
The world is not fair it is something we all know,
It is made up of angels above and demons below.
We can walk through the streets and see something new,
But as I keep saying, I'm a still dreamer, the sky's always blue.