Laid down on the desert road
Still warm from the evening sun
A wasteland spread like an eagle's embrace
Against the cold hard black of the night
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a running soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
All the sticks and stones that we gathered
From deep down those bowels of ancient times
All the loot and the baggage we're hauling
It all seems cursed now, and smitten with plague
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a lonely soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
They call me the dreamer
But the dreams have all faded away
They call me the dreamer
But the desert wind carried them all away
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a crying soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
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Laid down on the desert road
Still warm from the evening sun
A wasteland spread like an eagle's embrace
Against the cold hard black of the night
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a running soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
All the sticks and stones that we gathered
From deep down those bowels of ancient times
All the loot and the baggage we're hauling
It all seems cursed now, and smitten with plague
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a lonely soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
They call me the dreamer
But the dreams have all faded away
They call me the dreamer
But the desert wind carried them all away
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a crying soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
Still warm from the evening sun
A wasteland spread like an eagle's embrace
Against the cold hard black of the night
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a running soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
All the sticks and stones that we gathered
From deep down those bowels of ancient times
All the loot and the baggage we're hauling
It all seems cursed now, and smitten with plague
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a lonely soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
They call me the dreamer
But the dreams have all faded away
They call me the dreamer
But the desert wind carried them all away
Oh the surreal madness that grows
Pounding the heart of a crying soul
Oh-oh-oh, as the dream begins
Writer: Jana Persson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid