Mystery Jets - Serotonin

It's a trick of the eye,
To live or die,
A riddle without a clue.
I spend my days in a dreamy haze,
Thinking of what to do.
When the sun comes down,
Night is all around.
I shed my skin,
Treading on your ground.
Go to a place where people make a crowd,
Find your face and do what's not allowed.

Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another,
You, always seem to talk all through the night,
And you always seem to make it home alright.

It's a story tale when a dream turns stale,
I need a bolt from the blue.
I once loved before,
Does it matter anymore?
Cause now it might be you.
When the sun comes up,
Burning out the night.
We stretch our limbs,
And walk into the light.
There's nothing left to say,
Sleep is for the dead.
It's time to live out the dreams inside your head.

Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another,
You, always seem to talk all through the night,
And you always seem to make it home alright.

Just try, try to scrape the sky,
Only once, once before you die.
Do something that would make your mother cry,
And dream, dream of another world.

Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another world.
Dreaming of another,
You, always seem to talk all through the night,
And you always seem to make it home alright.

Dream, dream,
Dream, dream, dream.