Binoculars

I’m on a mountain Far out in Greece Two lovers dancing No shoes on their feet Lost and defenseless Down at the valley I put on my lenses So I could see With my binoculars Binocular dream With my binoculars Binocular dream I love to sightsee But I’m not cut out for this The vision is blinding But I don’t want to wake up from this dream, no I don’t want to wake up from this dream, no It’s been half an hour And it’s time to go Sweet turns to soar And new turns to old He gave her a white rose And boarded his ship And I saw a tear roll Down to her cheek With my binoculars Binocular dream With my binoculars Binocular dream I love to sight see But I’m not cut out for this The vision is blinding But I don’t want to wake up From this dream, no I don’t want to wake up from this dream, no I don’t want to wake up from this dream, no Don’t want to wake Don’t want to wake So if you are searching And you find my eyes Behind the curtain Away from the light Do me a favour And reach for my hand I don’t need a savior I just need a friend To pull me out of this binocular land