a chain of dreary
and dire days pass in a haze
how many more will follow
that you have to face
each single day as gloomy
as your desp'rate mind
the sky all dark and threatening
the sun will never shine
and when you close your eyes
your thoughts are blurred
your tortured soul sighs and cries
but
in the night
when you dream
you can see
a silver stream
sleep and sedation
your inner voice presents as choice
your path to liberation
so you can rejoice
you take them by the handful
wash them down with wine
for once relaxed and full of hope
for once the sun will shine
in your happy dreams
floating down
the silver stream
now that you've closed your eyes
your thoughts are blurred
behind the sea you'll find the distant sky
no-one notes
your joyful scream
as you float down
the silver stream
floating down
the silver stream
floating down
the silver stream
