I watch the clock, alot
To see where im at, in the plot
Its like a movie starring me
Its all so moving to me
And i dont wanna leave
This walking dream
Its up to you
To get me home
I wont go in alone
Chorus:
In days of olden
Silence was golden
I dreamed of you
Hair on my pillow
Like a weeping willow
Cool breeze blows through
There will be no failure
I wont be the last
Premadonna stuck in a trailer
Blasting for the news
(chorus)
