قد سئمت العلا فهو زائلٌ
لي في الوديان حلم مرومُ

أمشي وكاهلي غير مثقل
بصيدِ نشوةٍ لا تدومُ

Bed shaking
stop thinking
it's going to be just fine.

Head spinning
eyes that are just there
and a song for the restless.

Oh what i would do for a pretty brain
it's way too much pain
free me from this cage...
It's growing inside my veins.

My jeans my shirt my armband
my bejeweled hand
How much of looks
Is quicksand

But a home in your body
It's yours for the building--not
a wasteland

You feast on looks
And your eyes
Are my Festin

Leave it all to stand
But take my hand
And let's disappear
uplanned.

I wanna see it all
through your eyes...

my dreamland.