Dreamland
A little boy slips through the door, full of hope into a bright morning
With he's heart full of joy, and he's legs want to run
He shouts what a perfect day, this is my funland, my dreamland
My land of opportunities, a chance to do what i want
What i can't do in the real world
Growing up is hard, staying little is easier
Like peter pan i'm flying over houses
Over trees and hills, barren land and golden fields
Everyone loves to believe in, wondrous stories
And fairytales of other worlds
I wonder, are there rollercoasters in heaven
Or do i follow the yellow brick road
I could see a familiar face, and he said
The game has just begun
A merry-go-round that never stops
Popcorn hills and candy floss clouds
A hysterically laughing fool, juggling with toffee apples
But where are the clowns?
Maybe it is your dark side
Who pays a little visit
Loud voices echoes in your head
There's a sea of sweat in your bed
Snakes pouring down your walls
Your hand looks like dried wood
In the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
In the dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
Suddenly you wake up with a scream
It is yet another suspicious dream
In the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
In my dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
Suddenly you turn around and the whole scene has changed
The dreams are much comfortable and warmer now
What's going on in my head, is this fiction or truth
Or is it the gate to the fountain of youth
Dreamland
With he's heart full of joy, and he's legs want to run
He shouts what a perfect day, this is my funland, my dreamland
My land of opportunities, a chance to do what i want
What i can't do in the real world
Growing up is hard, staying little is easier
Like peter pan i'm flying over houses
Over trees and hills, barren land and golden fields
Everyone loves to believe in, wondrous stories
And fairytales of other worlds
I wonder, are there rollercoasters in heaven
Or do i follow the yellow brick road
I could see a familiar face, and he said
The game has just begun
A merry-go-round that never stops
Popcorn hills and candy floss clouds
A hysterically laughing fool, juggling with toffee apples
But where are the clowns?
Maybe it is your dark side
Who pays a little visit
Loud voices echoes in your head
There's a sea of sweat in your bed
Snakes pouring down your walls
Your hand looks like dried wood
In the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
In the dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
Suddenly you wake up with a scream
It is yet another suspicious dream
In the dreamland, he waves his magic wand
In my dreamland, the man with not so golden sand
Suddenly you turn around and the whole scene has changed
The dreams are much comfortable and warmer now
What's going on in my head, is this fiction or truth
Or is it the gate to the fountain of youth
Dreamland
Credits
Writer(s): Ulf Stefan Pettersson, Fors Goran Hans, Fors Dan Peter, Larsson Sven Henry
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