Paper Dreams

Oh Life is something that few can understand And how long does it last? I'll give my opinion Where has everyone gone? Has Dickens risen? Poet, poet, poet Paper dreams, paper dreams, paper dreams Rhymes in the head, in the head, in the head Like Lennon said? Imagine of the people With paper dreams, paper dreams, paper dreams I write rhymes in the wind, I really must admit it I won't write my end I won't give up I won't dedicate poems to you See, when you realize that everything is already written You rewrite it again Love We are not the flowers of evil We are not Agatha Christie I'll wait on the mountain tops For a new day In London, waiting for the crown Do you fancy a walk in Hyde Park? With paper dreams, paper dreams, paper dreams I write rhymes in the wind, I really must admit it I won't write my end I won't give up I won't dedicate poems to you See, when you realize that everything is already written You rewrite it again I will write, write, write Thinking of your face With my head, with my head, with my head Like Dion said? A New Day has come With paper dreams, paper dreams, paper dreams I write rhymes in the wind, I really must admit it I won't write my end I won't give up I won't dedicate poems to you See, when you realize that everything is already written You rewrite it again See, we are poets, but we pretend not to be We are unique stories Imprisoned in time In time, in time Love Shakespeare Arthur Conan Doyle Leopardi Manzoni Wilde Dum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-da Dum dum, da-di-da Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Liberate yourself and rewrite the story, my love