On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head The pillow edged in gold and red A palace in his prison walls A feast for all, there's really only bread Those walls shut out the world Leaving him to conjure up his own instead He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality His reality Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates Creates desire and fire His thoughts pour out upon the page His thirst is never quenched, never tired He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams And dreams He builds himself a fortress Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise Fantasy to fantasy His kingdom is a playground for desire And he the king within his walls Deliberately locks the world outside He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams And dreams And dreams All the mind divine A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind But just a little sad for all these things he had He waits and serves his time With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom And sets out to realise His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams His dreams (repeat to fade)
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