I dreamt of a secret garden where the people gather at night
I dreamt of a taboo banquet with old friends I lost over time
I dreamt of you playing piano in your cozy attic downtown
I was walking in the street and Chopin said to me: stay around
I never rang at your door
You never gave me a hint
I wonder if we can match
But I’m afraid of those lies

Met someone from my school days we were making plans to get by
Hey, we should write a song now, come down in my basement, let’s try
Lost in a empty village, people stay at home playing war games
I know she is waiting upstairs, I stay in the doorway – it rains
They’re gonna come and get me
They’re storming to arrest me
I’m trying to stay awake
But damn, I’m missing your smile

I can’t walk through my door
I can’t walk on my own
ThinkPol waiting outside
For me dead or alive
So I stay in my bed
I’m free to fantasize
Ad-lib ad nauseam
Ad-lib ad nauseam