Nobody knows what happens
no one can reach us now
sleep on and on
living on dreams

don’t say nothing
sick of your voice
cloud in front of the face
I will miss you

take the time on time
sweetly smile
you don’t have to cry alone

nobody sees traffic
no one can reach us now
dream on and on
living to sleep
have no words
dead to dream on
streets in front of hands
I will still miss you

take the time on time
sweetly smile
you don’t have to cry alone