A cry in the silence A shine in the dark Like a rising star The dream is coming
Images of violence A flight through time and space It's such a lonely place The dream has started
The smoke is rising The vision's getting clearer And words become a song
In the dreamtime
I've lost control Marooned and cold I suffer the fears Of a future untold I cannot change The shape of things to come
The smoke is rising The vision's getting clearer And words become a song
In the dreamtime
the smoke is rising the vision's getting clearer the hands of time are whirling around I'm realising the future's getting nearer and words become a song