theres no use in the deaming im too old for things singer sings to help my blues tomorrows coming soon im talking to the moon moon to the moon moon to the moon its too dark to see us fading so im staring at the black i know you so well its cold at night and this year id have died i know youre still alive youre still alive youre still alive still alive still alive im alive the strange things shes dreaming now the strange things shes dreaming now the strange things shes dreaming now the strange things shes dreaming now the strange things the strange things