Black Skies

Where do we go when we‘re asleep?

Where is my mind when not with me?

Where do these pictures come from?

When I try to remember they are all gone

Flying, black skies, there‘s no limits tonight

Dreaming, so free, this is how it should be

We‘re in the backseat of this ride

Escape into nothing, feeling so light

Take to me to the place

I see every night

Where I long to be

Close your pretty eyes

Your fantasies align

With reality

Flying, black skies, there‘s no limits tonight

Dreaming, so free, this is how it should be

Flying, black skies, there‘s no limits tonight

Dreaming, so free, this is how it should be