I'm living in a town that doesn't even exist.
It has filled my imagination with its mist,
The lack of sun and always empty streets
Don't really bother if you have a heart that beats.
It is unusual how these people tend to be
Something they'r not, trying to get the best of me.
They never care, they'll never want to know the truth.
I'll never tell them how my soul cries out for you.
When walking through this town I don't know where to go,
But no matter where I am, I always end up home.
Suppose it's you who's leading me so I would not be lost.
This world is like a dream to me and you are my only host.
