"I could feel the trails of your feet pass by, I would always wish to quit this poem." "I could feel the trails of your feet pass by, I would always wish to quit this ...

In the land of my dreams.. In the land of my dreams..

And I celebrate this victory so nimbly. And I celebrate this victory so nimbly.

Next to the window I sat Next to the window I sat

I have my dream, Eating only icecream. I have my dream, Eating only icecream.

Dream has seriously bitten me, I never come over the dream. Dream has seriously bitten me, I never come over the dream.