Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Or is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Or is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire
Bright eyes,
How can they close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the