Which is this day?
Which is this year?
Is this the year we become one?
Sustained by the daydreams
The real life, albeit in the Sun,
just a sleepwalk, by all means
You’re not in my past yet, though
I guess that won’t change for a while
At least, that is for what I hope
What day is this?
What year is this?
What do you call this time?
Is it a kind dream or a nightmare,
whenever you drop by?
There’s illusion we may share
Are you in my future, though
I’m asking myself all the time
Would you even dare to cope?
Tonight halfway in a dream
We’ll meet again, if you appear