Inside a Dream

Artist: Mark Ridout
Composer: Mark Ridout

Walking on my own downtown
I‘m soaking up every sound
When an old man with a fresh face
Passed me a bunch of balloons
Every color, every hue
Now, I’m flying and I can’t speak
It’s like I’m inside a dream

It’s the way that the clouds turn pink
From the day, the night turns quick
And the skyline meets the night sky
Losing all my sense of time
The sun again begins its climb
And it’s breaking and it’s golden
It’s like I’m inside a dream

As the colorful balloons all burst
I’m crashing back down to earth
But I’m waking
And there’s no pain
It’s like I’m inside a dream

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