Never learn to cry

You're living in a dream mist made of pink perfume
You hide behind the mask of Sunday afternoons
You'll never see the real world
Never find out why

You live a life of feathers flying in the cloud
Your mind is like a jungle overgrown with, with flowers
You'll never see the real life
Never learn to cry

You're floating through the lost world of other people's dreams
You see the world through diamonds made from plasticine
You never see the real things
Never find out why

Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam
You're sheltered from the sunlight by making love your home
You never see the real life
Never learn to cry

You're living in a dream mist made of pink perfume
You live a life of feathers flying in the clouds
You're floating through the lost world of other people's dreams
Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam
You're sheltered from the sunlight.