Voices (2003 Remaster)

Do we still believe in dreams

In the morning

As the sun shines day upon the ground

As the shadows of the night that are

Our witness

Are retreating to the sound

Of a million bird songs ringing,

Telling the story, to me,

Of long nights' dreams?

When we wake

Do we find ourselves forgotten

By the ones we were with?

So it seems

Are they really there,

Or are they just our hoping?

Do we know which is a dream?

There's a million bird sons singing,

Telling the story, to me,

Of long nights' dreams.

As we move, we move towards the nearest rainbow

As we journey, we'er reaching for the end.

What we find is ours to keep in the night-time,

But dawn desides what's real and what's pretend.

There's a million voicessinging,

Telling the story, to me,

Of long nights' dreams.