Oh wonderful Morpheus,
weaver of childhood dreams,
bring me to a wonderful place
of chariots and runaway horses
entranced in a cloudy mist...

I'll drift away to ancient woods
only to dream and dream,
leaving behind cold and harsh world,
as I chase my fairy tale princess
saving her from the dragon...

I wish away my bed but a cloud
drifting off towards falling star
and the bursting supernova,
all the way to Andromeda,
resting upon the Elysian Fields...

When I awake from golden slumber
to the cruel world of falling sky,
I'll pray for blissful nature
that we all are a dream within a dream
with runaway horses and fairy tale princess...