There is a town. Where I was born. Far far away. Across the sea. And in that town. Where I was born. I would dream. That one day. I would leave. And cross the sea. And so it goes. And so it seems. That God lives only in our dreams. In our dreams. And now I live. In this town. I walk these dark streets. Up and down up and down. Under a dark sky. And I dream. That one day. Iâ€™ll go back home. And so it goes. And so it seems. That God lives only in our dreams.