Something very clouded

I stood behind you in a whirlwind of beautiful lies
Far away a fading laughter dies and someone tries
To tell you things are alright, that this night will end in light
So why are you sleeping when there's nothing to flee from?
We drift like summer sounds upon the air in dreams of time
Behind your closed eyes other eyes will close and bells will chime
Through eighty years of light you daydreamed through the night
So why are you sleeping when there's nothing to flee from?
It's something very clouded that arrives when the dreams should come
The second hand you bought might well be what dead people wore
But still they might have been a part of happiness before
You shouldn't worry about a thing anymore
Though it's something very clouded