There are places in this world
Where fairytales
Have always been true
Where fairytales
Have always been true
Will it be a photograph
In your mind, an epitaph
Or the sound of my lost laugh
The way they dance
Into the day
Lively and so cheerful
All outside
Just fades away
The sky breaks through
Promising a better day
Tomorrow
With the dreams
I only allow myself
At night
Curled safely
In my own bed
While the light
Clings to them all
Clings to me
Clings to my mind
Clings to my heart
My eyes, they cannot see
The fine details
In just a narrow band
Of frequencies