The Dream - Chirpy

You keep getting lost without getting found

You keep on spinning when you’re standing still

You keep falling but you never fell

Still buying under those conditions

The dream, touch it, feel it, try to imagine

And suddenly you’re too old to be young

How many friends do you really need

When I know you prefer to be on your own

You’re the best but you’re never taken

So many rainbows not a drop of rain

There’s too much light in the sky at night

Too much rain you can’t contain

The dream, touch it, feel it, try to imagine

And suddenly you’re too old to be young

How many friends do you really need

When I know you prefer to be on your own

The dream, touch it, feel it, try to imagine

And suddenly you’re too old to be young

How many friends do you really need

With me, I need just one.