There's a sea made of tiles
What good could it be?
The reflection

So clear and sweet
Is of an other world
One I wish to sink into.

Perhaps it's all my dreams come true...

And you are there

Holding my hand
Picking wildflow'rs in the wide open feild
All I have to do to get there

Is sink through the floor
Pass throught the doors
Into that world.


This world I'm living in
Has so much trouble...

The sea of tiles
Is a glimpse of my hope
My hope in the future

Where all my dreams are coming true!

And you are there

Holding my hand
Picking the roses in the beautiful gardens
And all I have to do to get there

Is sink through the floor
Pass through the doors
Into that world

HOW MANY HEARTS MUST break in me
Before I sink throu the floor
Pass through doors

Because you are there
Waiting for my hand
To pick a rose from the wide open feild

To take my hand
If I can just:


Sink though the floor
Walk through the doors
SINK THROUGH THE FLOOR

PASS THROUGH THIS WORLD
Into your arms


Ooh oh ooh oh
I know your waiting
Oh oh oh

For me...