You see, the waters running down to the sea
You see, the mountains stand majestic and free
You see, the trees and flowers and the sky
You are asking why you are born for today, born for today

All thing around you it's not really to be seen
It's a picture of a great fantastic dream
You feel the winds of change, the sounds of rearrange
And that somebody screams: "Hey man, what do you look so strange?"

Know it on the way of our poor dependent time
Chasing like they learned you but they want to keep you blind
Search for out from heaven while you're creeping on the ground
Playing in a band is only one way to be found

Know it on the way of our poor dependent time
Chasing like they learned you but they want to keep you blind
Everything around you was not really to be seen
It's a picture of a great fantastic dream
Fantastic dream
Fantastic dream
Fantastic dream