A pocket full of dreams, you still treasure my friend
A moment of truth trespasses, it starts to rain
Laugh a loud but cry in silence,
A beast of burden that you are
The roads are broken and you are set out far

Look at the mirror a hundred times
Count the pieces shattered on the floor
Light a candle, burn it up,
Let it create an illusion of hope

Talk aloud… talk a lot
Weave a web, nice and strong
Day and night, time is bound
Fall hard as it crashes to the ground

Count the waves on your fingers
Lines still carved deep in your hand
Take a peek outside the window…
Spring is long gone

Sleep a merry sleep
For in the end we all do
Down goes your body
Rises the real you

Rises every man’s dream
It has come true
For very few
A pocket full of dreams
They were never for you