Dreamland a top a mountain High
There I stand, above the sky
and watch the world spin past my eye
in a way called fragile, in a looking glass time

Dreamland beneath the depths of the sea
A thousand gren gardens no eye shall see
Day is night in this aqua blue light
and the silence grows as I continue my flight

Dreamland alone inside of my mind
A far away place I’m still trying to find
Where thoughts of the past shall remain locked away
When the sky turns grey on a cold rainy day

Music & Lyrics ~ Scott Ferguson
© 1981 Stanton Park Music/Black Hole Music