Dreaming
Jons Pistoor
At the end of the day the ocean wind is cold
Imagine the clouds in hues of blue and gold
He has seen this all before
But always returned to the shore
He watches the tide, the waves come rolling in
Picks up a shell, the sand sticks to his skin
In the red of the evening sun
The memories mingle with fun
He’s dreaming, dreaming, high in the sky
He’s flying, flying so far and so high
At the end of the day еmotions fill his heart
As always goodbye is tearing him apart
As thе ocean in endless flow
He likes to be free and let go
Have no more illusions lure into the dark
Let go and be free, and love will light a spark
No clinging to the past
And freedom will be there at last
No clinging to the past
And freedom will be there at last
