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.