Besedila: Elysian Fields. Dream Within A Dream.

Take this kiss upon the brow
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong
My days have been a dream
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day
In a vision or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream,
Dream...

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hands
Grains of the golden sand
Oh how they creep
From my fingers to the deep
While I weep while I weep
Oh God can I not grasp
With a tighter clasp?
Oh God can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see
All that we seem
But a dream within a dream?
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream...