R.E.M

In these dreams of mine I grow up, living below pink skies
But I seem to change direction when I open my eyes
I ruin what I touch
I always think ahead too much
How can a child prepare to be compared when he wants to be rare?

When I dream I dream of who I could be
Who I’d be if I was happy with me
How my world would change from black to white
If I could just sleep all through the night
But it’s just a dream, victim to gravity
A strange fantasy, far from reality

It’s never like the movies, nobody pays a dime
I keep on falling too deep, that’s why I have to climb
I ruin what I imagine
If I want it, it’ll nevеr happen
Don’t tell a child to preparе to be so scared if they want to be rare

When I dream I dream of who I could be
Who I’d be if I was happy with me
How my world would change from black to white
If I could just sleep all through the night
But it’s just a dream, victim to gravity
A strange fantasy, far from reality
When I dream I dream of who I could be
Who I’d be if I was happy with me
How my world would change from black to white
If I could just sleep all through the night
But it’s just a dream, victim to gravity
A strange fantasy, far from reality