I'm at the beginning of a dream|it doesn't seem like the same old film|I'm looking for the sun that fades|I lost all hope when I saw him goin' that day|I was climbing a mountain|of which I had just reached the top |I was going through a tunnel|of which I had just seen the end||and I don't wanna think someday|that in my life I didn't do something|now I'm only trying to let these words||Let the words come out of my mouth|let the words come out of my head|the words come out of my pen|the words come out of my hand||I'm at the end of the path|now the colors are clear in my head|I'm looking at the sun rose up|It appeared for a moment I found the way that night|I never knew|nobody but you|now I'm searching for something that I told you too||and I don't wanna think someday|that in my life I didn't do something|now I'm only trying to let these words||Let the words come out of my mouth|let the words come out of my head|the words come out of my pen|the words come out of my hand|and the words come out.. |Now the words come out |and the words come out|the words come out|and the thoughts come down|words come out |and the thoughts come down|yes they come down now||the words come out of my mouth|the words come out of my head|the words come out of my pen|the words come out of my hand|from this man ||