If I don't come too
Wake me up
Next winter
It's hard to move
The slumber is a fever
You know I'm dazed
I'm laying in these lazy fields
Making daisy chains
I feel
It's so surreal
I hope it's real

And now I've got this feeling
That I'm seasoned with
I've got a reason
Got a feeling I should let it in
So I'll breathe it in
I'm slipping in

Daydreaming (day, daydreaming, dreaming, day, day)
Daydreaming (day, daydreaming, dreaming, day, day)
Daydreaming (day, daydreaming, dreaming, day, day)

Another day
Another wage
Work again
I'll play away
I'm drifting not listening
I'll close my eyes
Use the Sun as my spotlight
Feel the breeze upon my skin
As I see myself another

And now I've got this feeling
That I'm seasoned with
I've got a reason
Got a feeling I should let it in
So I'll breathe it in
I'm slipping

Daydreaming (day, daydreaming, dreaming, day, day)
Daydreaming (day, daydreaming, dreaming, day, day)
Daydreaming (day, daydreaming, dreaming, day, day)
Daydreaming (day, daydreaming, dreaming, day, day)

No need for steady feet
I see forever green
They say that it's naive
But it's what I'm doing
I can't help myself
I'm someone else
When I'm daydreaming

If I don't come too
Wake me up
Next winter
It's hard to move
The slumber it's a fever