Ooh? ooh? When she lay face-down in the rain What kind of freedom that she wanted What kind of game He was nowhere to be found Here comes the cold chill It? s too bad
(There were dreams to be sold) They were my dreams to be sold You like my 24 karat gold chain of chains Some islands to be found They said you might be coming back to town
Ooh?
In the wind and rain and far beneath There was this castle And they tried to keep it In deep dreams and my sleep And each one of us must finally keep some kind of promises to you In my deep and hidden dreams Do you choose to remember your dreams In those deep and hidden dreams But there were dreams to be sold
They were my dreams My 24 karat gold (chain of chains) You said? return to me?
Don? t blame me, set me free I myself, see myself differently Than the one that only you see But he nowhere to be found Cold chill But it? s just me, it? s just me But it? s just me, it? s just me In deep dreams, in my deep dreams And to my lost and my crying angels Ooh And to my lost and my crying angels
Set me free? Set me free? (Set me free?) Set me free? Set me free?
Compositor: Stephanie Nicks (Nicks Stevie) (BMI)Editor: Welsh Witch Publishing (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #10829007 em 07/Abr/2024