Strange shapes light up the night.
Never see 'em though I hope I might.
Don't ask if they are real.
The men in black, their lips are sealed.
Fantasy fills my mind
To leave this place before my time,
Release myself from earthly care.
My dream may be your nightmare.
I turn my hopes up to the sky
I'd like to know before I die
Memories will slowly fade
I lift my eyes and say,
"Come on, take me away!
Come on, take me away!"
Come here girl close to me
A thousand stars your eye can see
First one we see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might.
Chorus
Guitar solo
Chorus
Composição: A. Nova / E. Bloom