The Dreaming

Sometimes when I'm sitting alone at home
I'm wandering through my coloured world
No one knows that this world is inside of me
It's just a world for myself
The blue colour for the wings of thoughts
The red sun for the wine wine
Wide open doors on the way to the sea
Green bubbled feelings are fluttering in the wind
I am standing on a hill and I'm looking down
As fast as the wind
As fast as the wind
Are flying little birds
And they'll never come back
To tell me another story
Of the whispering leaves
The time is passing and the sun is going down
The moon is rising
The dreaming looks deep inside
The sun is rising again
And I'm waking up
The room I'm sitting in
Is the same old room
The paintings on the walls
Are me hidden dreams
I can breathe the world
Through these coloured lines
Time is running slowly
Through this room
I left behind
A confused child