Take this kiss upon the lip And let me see a smile Your image is the golden drip That guides me for a while My days are a dream My nights are a lie You are what I seek to hold In the cold of the times
All that we see or seem to be Is but a dream within a dream within a dream All that we see or seem to be Is but a dream within a dream
I wait up on a golden shore With sunshine in my hands While listening to the endless roar I hope for farthest lands My days are a dream My nights are a lie You are what I seek to hold In the cold of the times
All that we see or seem to be Is but a dream within a dream within a dream All that we see or seem to be Is but a dream within a dream
Can I not hold you in my arms so tight? Can I not save you from the cold of bitter times? In a smile or in a pitiless embrace We are not supposed to be
All that we see or seem to be Is but a dream within a dream