Remedy Child - Diary of Dreams

You are the chosen one

Maybe not the only one

You say you hold your breath

Until you feel alive again

Your hair is grey, your childhood gone

You dance around and sing along

The tune you hear inside your head

A theme like this must be your own

Dear friend I have no illusions

You owe me a pretty apology

I’m facing the last necessity

Of leaving it all behind

My home is where my heart died

Don’t listen to what they say

I may not be your best friend

And I know you feel the same