I live my life in a distant dream, a constant haze surrounds

My every thought, my conscious stream, every word and sound

And when I feel awake and free is when I cry, oh sweet relief!

When I cry for refuged reasons, or when I cry slow songs that steep

At times I cry in public places, at times in the solace of my room,

But when I’m not crying, all I can feel, is that I’ve been dreaming since the womb