The Dreaming Lyrics

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