Coyne-Wickens See the photographs strewn around me Looks through the windows, they need cleaning See the lady by the bower Sits there for hours She is dreaming See the tram cars, see the steeple See the crumbling aged people Walk in side ways through the bushes It's a nice place If you're dreaming Are you dreaming? Heat the bells go, they're always ringing Take no notice, just start singing A passing melody, a little nightmare It was nothing I was dreaming, truly dreaming I don't mind what you say, you can say it anyway You can keep on talking for hours and hours Keep on talking, it takes the time away, takes it all away Remove the sadness, keep on running Though you're old, can't do no running There's a rhythm stuck inside you You can't loose it though you're dreaming You're always dreaming, though you're dreaming Alleluia, we're all rising Running through the fields It's not surprising See the lime lights, feel the sunlight We'll live forever Though we're dreaming Are we dreaming