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• Artiste: Lunetia
• Titre: DNE EHT
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"Its the end of the night, you little girl you cant stay here any longer we'll see you when the sun goes down and the stars lead you to our town" where's the King? he's stolen my dreams the golden crown; i'm afraid i dont need this what a shame he tried to claim my life did he ever know it's been mine? upside down wrong way round anyone knows that i'm underground? i cant find my key i fall to my knees what will become of me? some thing's always queer under the moon light i miss home but i'm still home dont you know where dreams are sold? they are not for free i take out of my fear i need one of these just to get out of here and come back to life "so where'd you like to go, little girl? you cant stay here any longer if you stop your steps it stops your heart and i know you die hard" im strong? you're wrong i dont belive it all alone i mourn i cant defeat it now i see the reason why the king stole my sweet dreams he was weak upside down wrong way round anyone knows that i'm underground? i cant find my key i fall to my knees what will become of me? some thing's always queer under the moon light i miss home but i'm still home dont you know where dreams are sold? they are not for free i take out of my fear i need one of these just to get out of here and come back to life i forgive him i'll give it to him, give where i belong and both of us are free upside down wrong way round anyone knows that i'm underground? i have found my key it's been within me the answer was easy something's always clear under the sunlight im back home im back home i spread my arms and lie on the ground then i forget all all the things i saw who just let them go? though i wanted more tell me it was not a lie dreams are not a lie