Dreaming — Dead By April

It's a new day Something feels strange I'm walking in the clouds I'm almost touching the stars Anything is possible, imaginable

Am I dreaming? All normal things start to change Can feel no gravity I step outside the atmosphere Nothing seems impossible, unreachable

How strange it feels Moving in slow motion I guess I must be dreaming No, is this real Or my imagination? I guess I must be dreaming I guess I must be dreaming

I take a lead I should be scared, but I'm not Travelling in the speed of light Burning soul, flashing mind Like a shooting star I fly

How strange it feels Moving in slow motion I guess I must be dreaming No, is this real Or my imagination? I guess I must be dreaming I guess I must be dreaming

This is just a dream This is just a dream

How strange it feels Moving in slow motion I guess I must be dreaming No, is this real Or my imagination? I guess I must be dreaming I guess I must be dreaming