There's a painter who stares at miles of white all around

Each colour he's dreamed is lost in thought and can't be found

Takes a walk through his head to ask his friends if they'd come out

Come out from your shells, come chat with me and walk around...

What's stopping us?

Wake up from your sleep, they're only dreams not solid ground...

You'd keep your eyes closed if you had known what i have found

Can you blame me for not wanting both feet on the ground 

While you follow routine and waste your days i am in the clouds, 

Raining down