The straight-line labyrinth

Every time we have a dream
It takes a piece of us
Anyway I stayed quiet
To preserve my brain
Anyway I paid the price

Now there's more of me in dreams
Now there's more of me in dreams
Although space and time are holding the center self

Every time I have this dream
You and I being free
First I see myself afraid
Then, I look at you
Baby, you have the fear too

Then it's hard to wake me up
Then it's hard to wake him up
Now space and time and marcos are leaving me

This century will be the best
I am fine
You, away

Maybe, we are almost there
Almost there