Fantasy
Have you ever lost your mind,
Finding streets you couldn't find.
Have you ever been so scared in your life?
Yeah, the town was alive.
Good luck on no one's side.
And the trip lasted long,
Like we were trekking for days.
But I recall, we ran, we ran away.
Along the streets in the rain,
Streets in the rain.
You took my hands,
We found a place.
And we got away from them, away from them.
And our day was based on fantasy.
But we never knew.
Oh, I love how we complain.
How our stomachs were in pain.
And the only thing that you could do was call for your Mom.
Yeah, we started to shout.
(We started to shout).
Yeah, we started to shout.
(We started to shout).
And we walked on the docks and started flowing away.
But I recall, we ran, we ran away.
And we got away from them, away from them.
And our day was based on fantasy,
But we never knew.
All I know, is that we were lost boys.
Just trying to find our way back home.
And all I know, is that I'm a crazy boy.
Just trying to, just trying to,
Just trying to be someone.
We're trying to be someone, oh.
And so I ran, we ran away.
And we got away from them, away from them.
And our day was based on fantasy.
But we never knew...
Fantasía
¿Alguna vez has perdido la cabeza,
Encontrando calles que no podías encontrar?
¿Alguna vez has tenido tanto miedo en tu vida?
Sí, la ciudad estaba viva.
Buena suerte de nadie.
Y el viaje duró mucho,
Como si estuviéramos de excursión por días.
Pero recuerdo, corrimos, corrimos lejos.
Por las calles bajo la lluvia,
Calles bajo la lluvia.
Tomaste mis manos,
Encontramos un lugar.
Y nos alejamos de ellos, lejos de ellos.
Y nuestro día se basaba en fantasía.
Pero nunca lo supimos.
Oh, me encanta cómo nos quejamos.
Cómo nuestros estómagos dolían.
Y lo único que podías hacer era llamar a tu mamá.
Sí, empezamos a gritar.
(Empezamos a gritar).
Sí, empezamos a gritar.
(Empezamos a gritar).
Y caminamos por los muelles y empezamos a alejarnos.
Pero recuerdo, corrimos, corrimos lejos.
Y nos alejamos de ellos, lejos de ellos.
Y nuestro día se basaba en fantasía,
Pero nunca lo supimos.
Todo lo que sé, es que éramos chicos perdidos.
Intentando encontrar nuestro camino de regreso a casa.
Y todo lo que sé, es que soy un chico loco.
Solo intentando, solo intentando,
Solo intentando ser alguien.
Estamos intentando ser alguien, oh.
Y así corrí, corrimos lejos.
Y nos alejamos de ellos, lejos de ellos.
Y nuestro día se basaba en fantasía.
Pero nunca lo supimos...