I got Vendela Vida
You got Boris in tow
She only comes when I read her
You only come when I goI got a past and a future
You're working on your present tense
And while I examined the sutures
You were mending your fenceAnd I have got the cross to bear for your confusion
Dreamers always end up back in ChinatownAnd if you really, really, really are connected to the things that you believe
Well, to finally write your story is to let a thousand other stories bleed
And if you go, well you know, you got nothing to hold on to, but wait, it gets worse
It's a gift, it's a curseAnd the life we envision
That ain't life, so it seems
And I could make a decision
If I could just forget all my dreamsYou got Vendela Vida, baby
I got Boris in tow
And she only comes when I read her
But at least she comes back when she goesAnd I have got the cross to bear for your confusion
Dreamers always end up back in ChinatownAnd if you really, really, really are connected to the things that you believe
Well, to finally write your story is to let a thousand other stories bleed
And if you go, well you know, you got nothing to hold on to, but wait, it gets worse
It's a gift, it's a curseWe can't find any peace when we sleep
We try, but as soon as we're down and we close our eyes, we cannot help it...
We're dreamers
We're dreamers