Walking by yourself in the cold, cold winter
Wrapped up in your coat like
It?s a magic blanket
You say no matter where I go
They all look like strangers
You see the world only seems
The fairytale that it isn?t
Dream on, dream on
there?s nothing wrong
If you dream on, dream on
Of being a swan
And now you?re looking at the sky
Talking to your angel
Could he turn this dirty street
Into a flying carpet?
But then you say I am not scared of anything
Such a shy lie silent as a stone that is fallin? down
Dream on, dream on
there?s nothing wrong
If you dream on, dream on
Of being a swan