Is it a kind of dream, Floating out on the tide, Following the river of death downstream Oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon, a strange glow in the sky, and nobody seems to know where you go, and what does it mean? Oh, is it a dream?
Refrain: Bright eyes, burning like fire, bright eyes, how can you close and fail? How can the light that burned so brightly suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes.
Is it a kind of shadow, reaching into the night, wandering over the hills unseen, Or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees, a cold sound in the air, and nobody ever knows when you go, and where do you start, oh, oh, into the dark.