Paroles: Quebec Antique. Sleep.

In the morning
When you wake up
And you're dream is near
But it's not quite clear
And it's calling
And you want back in the arms of

Sleep

And then later
While you're working
And it reappears in your mind so clear
In the afternoon, in the moment suddenly
And the question is are you glad
When you wake up as yourself?
Or are you happier while you dream,
'cause you think you're someone else.

And at nighttime my mind is working,
While my body sleeps
It is purging
And repairing all the damage done during the day

And the question is are you glad
When you wake up as yourself?
Or are happier while you dream,
'cause you think you're someone else.
All your thoughts and memories are an ocean wading tide
Will you give you some of yours, if I give you some of mine?