Got no time, got no mind,
for the words to fill the lines.
Time to sleep, time to sync,
into the dark beauty of the night.
So whats it the dreams shout?
castles drifting under dark skies,
calling out to you, calling their creator home.
Remember that we were once children,
we saw the sky with our minds and not the eyes,
not afraid of what we saw in the images up so high,
we saw a world drifting slowly, just for us in the sky.