He is walking in dreams   Not knowing reality's name   Still - is not real the fantasy   When believed in?      Through the shadows of what some call life   He is lighting his way   Not knowing if to kill or to cry      Pictures of unicorns on a hill   Pictures of rats in a street   Taking emotions to the extreme   Not knowing if to live or to die      Walking in dreams; not knowing reality's name   Not clearsighted; still a winner in his own game      Walking in dreams   Asleep but still awake   Walking in dreams   Will he die when morning breaks      As he talks to the clouds you name him; crazy   But wouldn't you like to know what he sees   He may not understand what you sat to him   But he understands the whispers in the trees      He has created a kingdom of his own   While you're created nothing   Nowhere to call home      How are you to decide if wrong or right   Is his world and the treasures there his finds   When there he finds peace like you will never see   'Cause when you lose your dreams you lose your mind      Walking in dreams   Asleep but still awake   Walking in dreams   Will he die when morning breaks      The diversity of reality is humanity not insanity      Holy are the crazy for they dream with open eyes   In this world where on the altar of logic   Our dreams we sacrifice      Walking in dreams   Asleep but still awake   Walking in dreams   Will he die when morning breaks      So pray for the dreamwalker   That he will make it though   He is the future; he is the future   For me and for you