What kind of dream is this?
Flying machines on the cliff
And then later on
The night's so dark it's almost light again
light again, light again

What kind of heaven is this?
On my way up you steady my hand
Thank God for gravity
But if I make a wrong move it'll kill me
it'll kill me, kill me

What kind of hell is this?
I do my tricks and I love to play
But in the background now
There is someone I can rely on, rely on

What kind of lie is this?
I do my dance and sing
In this life I cannot hold anything
In my hands, in my hands

What kind of dream is this?
Flying machines on the cliff
And then later on
The night's so dark it's almost light again
light again, light again