In Dreams

How am I supposed to know?

What to do with it, what to say?

What to play up, or play down?

Ooh, freedom

So unbearable to watch

So untenable to chase

Not everything can be changed

History, trapped in your face

Ooh

Ooh

How am I supposed to be?

Knowing you, when you don't know me?

I can't change the face I see

And, you can't face the change I need

Ooh, freedom

In the grave, or in the tree

From the plains to the city

Chains to build the reverie

Chains to build the reverie

Chains to build the reverie

Ooh

There's nickel

There's lead

There's copper in my head

There's bones in my bed

There's silver in your hand

There's leather in my skin

There's gold in the land

How are you supposed to see?

That which you cannot perceive?

Haven't been taught to believe

When you're living in a dream

Ooh, freedom

Ooh, is for some

Ooh, in dreams

Yeah, in dreams

Ooh, the reverie

Chains to build the reverie

Chains to build the reverie

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh