The dream comes true.
 

The dream comes true.

Then, you stare in at the window,
and see a serious face
which reflects the solid form of your dream.
I'm telling you: Come to me or die!,
I'm here to know you.
There's nothing left to think,
my arms won't let you go,
my arms have frozen you.
Smile... crying is beautiful
if you sing and dance whilst tears fall

......goed

En wat wil je er nou eigenlijk mee zeggen en tegen wie? Kan aan mij liggen, hou wel van beetje vaagheid, maar kan ook te gek worden.