Light [Argentina] - Dreamland

DREAMLAND An unfamiliar house, A friend of old, she’s there, and yet she’s not Or is it I the one who’s not there at all? A dark, rainy set, A street corner, water flows away, An image etched for years With an unclear end. Dreamland, a mystery World of the bizarre... A harvest soul Comes back to spend the day. Not quite out of place, Yet certainly confused by this grace. Side by side, back to back While at Dreamland pleasure’s running wild And then morning comes, The vision turns into love and pride. Dreamland, a mystery World of the bizarre... Numbered doors in green, An eagle shrouds the black Storm God’s hands, A future mother, a feast Clocking back in time to the Northlands. What’s it all about, These random trips while we’re dreaming? Time and Space erased, Shall we expect anything? A presented sign, Of course we are mere observers. If it’s meant to be, Then it will be revealed. What’s it all about, These random trips while we’re dreaming? Time and Space erased, Shall we expect anything? A presented sign, Of course we are mere observers. If it’s meant to be, Then it will be revealed.