OK Pal

What do you think I feel when I, when I, take it with you?
What do you think I see when I, when I, take it with you?
Somewhere else. Somewhere else.
Somewhere else. Somewhere else.
What do you think I feel when I, when I'm kissing you?
Somewhere else. Somewhere else.
Somewhere else. Somewhere else.
We're walking in the streets - or what's left of then.
I take your hand, and the city is slowly vanishing.
There's no crowd anymore, no cars, no signals.
But in the middle of the road, a purple and mellow shape is floating.
The shape of our mutual dream. Stay calm, hold me tight, give it a chance to take us away.
We will live, we will dream on the shadow of our world.
We will live, we will dream on the shadow of our world.