Technicolor Dream
Marius Seidel
Somethings growing in my head
It blurs my mind
All the sins done yesterday
Are todays fright
And the circles of your eyes
Grow bigger
When I stop telling lies
But I'm drifting more and more
Into the light
Everything just floats away
In a Technicolor Dream
Nothing that I do
Is what it seems to be
Oh the faces in the fog come closer
And they wait until its morning
And the colors fade away
Into the night
Restless and cold
The nightmares come
I'm waiting
Until the rise of the sun