On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head   The pillow edged in gold and red      A palace in his prison walls   A feast for all, there's really only bread      Those walls shut out the world   Leaving him to conjure up his own instead      He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams   And dreams      A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality   His reality      Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates   Creates desire and fire      His thoughts pour out upon the page   His thirst is never quenched, never tired      He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams   And dreams   He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams   And dreams   He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams   And dreams   And dreams      He builds himself a fortress   Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise      Fantasy to fantasy   His kingdom is a playground for desire      And he the king within his walls   Deliberately locks the world outside      He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams   And dreams      He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams   And dreams   He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams   And dreams   And dreams      All the mind divine   A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind      But just a little sad for all these things he had   He waits and serves his time      With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom   And sets out to realise      His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams   His dreams   (repeat to fade)