Living in a city. Of sleepless people. Who all know the limits and won't go too far. Outside the lines. Cause they're out of their minds. I wanna get out and build my own home. On a street where reality. Is not much different from dreams I've had. A dream is all I have. Daydreaming. Daydreaming all the time. Daydreaming. Daydreaming into the night. Daydreaming. Daydreaming all the time. Daydreaming. Daydreaming into the night. And I'm alright. Creep past the hours. Like the shorter hand on the clock. Hanging on a wall of a schoolhouse somewhere. We wait for the bell. And we dream of somewhere else. Daydreaming. Daydreaming all the time. Daydreaming. Daydreaming into the night. Daydreaming. Daydreaming all the time. Daydreaming. Daydreaming into the night. And I'm alright. It's not that I won't remember where I'm from. Just don't wanna be here no more. It's not enough. (We're only half alive). I'm gonna go. (We're only half alive). Where the rest of the dreamers go. (We're only half alive). Where the dreamers go. Daydreaming. Daydreaming all the time. Daydreaming. Daydreaming into the night. And I'm alright. Daydreaming. Daydreaming all the time. Daydreamer. We used to be half alive. Now I'm alright. I'm alright. I'm alright