Wanna know a secret?
Remember good old days
What a colored flavor
It’s the time of your life
It’s the time of my life

Sweet, sweet dreams
Keep relying on the grass while I see
My sweet, sweet dreams
I will be dreaming

The need to feel like paper
Do you ever recall?
What a colored flavor
It’s the time of your life
It’s the time of my life

Sweet, sweet dreams
Keep relying on the grass while I see
My sweet, sweet dreams
I will be dreaming

In the falling place
In the graveyard
On a sunny day
In your saddest side
On top of all
In your glasshouse
In the end/ till the end

Sweet, sweet dreams
Keep relying on the grass while I see
My sweet, sweet dreams
I will be dreaming