There was this boy once who thought he knew everything
He thought the world he lived in was reality
And every time that other people talked to him
They've found out that he was always dreaming

He always missed the point of people listening
He sometimes said what other people seen
He never understood why he should understand
Why should he live when he can be a dreamer, all his life

Later on in his life he woke up
Only to find that it is cold and hard
After looking for the perfect place to live
Believing such a thing existed not only in his dreams
He fell asleep on the edge of misery
Lying there for as life would let him be


He always missed the point of people listening
He sometimes said what his own thoughts made him believe
He never understood why he should understand
Why should he live when he can be a dreamer, all his life

Then one day he woke up to find
Another woman lying dreaming on the ground
He woke her  to tell her all his fantasies
And she did the same to him with all her dreams
So in the rest of their pity little life
They shared the dreams that they each thought were lives

He always missed the point of why he was listening
To all those stupid things that she has always dreamed
He never understood why he should understand
Why should he live when he can be a dreamer, all his life
Dreaming on a life