Feel the magic of the afternoon Watch the sky about to split Love looks not with eyes, but with mind too Passion burning out our wits Good things I wish I sought protection from How can you believe all that? Now we're slowly waking up to views Of the sleep of sorrow's back These are all Those moments that you thought were gone You don't need those dreams at all False imaginings of perfect blue Watch our souls dance in the sky Willows crashing from the weight of truth Forests flooded with our lies Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Squabbling on the banks where wild thyme grows Reaping what you left under the rain Finding out what you supposed These are all Those moments that you thought were gone You don't need those dreams at all Like a tree about to fall Watch the big hand hit the twelve What are you still waiting for? Oberon, come and help me He won't talk, he won't listen He just runs from my presence After all, he don't need those dreams anymore Like a tree about to fall No more wishing anymore Watch the big hand hit the twelve You don't need those dreams at all