When the horrors of nightmare come knocking at summers break,

When the moaning of the winter sky withers my dreams with liter white dripping chill bites.

The Dreams of you becomes a raft that saves me from the shackles of Mordant reality.

The Dreams of you are like glasses that unfold the beautiful skies and tours me in a galaxy of unending romance.

I watched the birds sing, and heed the dolphin's call, I danced in the wind of a northern star ...