I not save One from the pitiless wave Is all that we see or seem Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream Dream, dream, dream ...
dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now? Where every tear that falls on a memory feels Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow And these fields
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life's been Afraid of waking up So afraid to take the dream Take the dream Take care Take the dream Shapes of angels, the night casts Lie dead but dreaming
everything I want to be things that people only dream and if anything your everything that I am I've got these dreams ... yes, I've got these dreams and
to dream Of what was once and might have been If only I'd known I'll dream alone Dreams we had a few but what kind of dream Beats you black and blue
Was you asleep and dreaming I've seen you when your ship came in And when your train was leaving The sweetest thing I ever saw Was you asleep and dreaming
still dance on whirling stages In my Busby Berkeley dreams The tears have stained all the pages Of my true romance magazines We still dance in my outrageously Beautiful Busby Berkeley dreams
faced, now and forever I gotta get too drunk to dream 'Cause dreaming only makes me blue I gotta get too drunk to dream Because I only dream of you
With an ivory pipe and a cummerbund In the dead of night on the autobahn With the long ago on the radio And the dreaming moon We were young and in love
like a bowler A soldiers forward composure With butterfly net full of dreams hangin' over his shoulder he says.. [Chorus:] Shoot me down, raise my head Walk my field of dreams
can descend there will be no sumertime how lost lifes been afraid of waking up so afraid to take the dream shapes of angels the night casts lie dead but dreaming
I'm standing here in my field of dreams You love has passed me by it seems And the sun has hidden its face for another day I'm gonna take you by the hand
dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now Where every tear that falls on a memory Feels like rain on the rusted plow Rain on the rusted plow And these fields
Translation: Bliss. Field Of Dreams.
Translation: Fields Of The Nephilim. Sumerland (What Dreams May Come).
Translation: Fields Of The Nephilim. Dead But Dreaming.
