(Steve Harris)
The only place where you can dream, living here is not what it seems.
Ship of white light in the sky, nobody there to reason why.
Here I am, I`m not really there, smiling faces ever so rare.
A let`s walk in deepest space, living here just isn`t the place.
Stalks of light come from the ground, when I cry there isn`t a sound.
All my feelings cannot be held, I`m happy in my new strange world.
Shades of green grasses twine, girls drinking plasma wine.
A look at love, a dream unfolds, living here, you`ll never grow old.
Don`t you hear me call? Ooh
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