If you call to dreams do it softly
For they might never arrive
It’s a song that you’ll have to sing solo
They might never arrive
It’s a great height that you’ve fallen
It’s a great height that you have taken on trust
And think while you are falling
Look around at solid ground
Accelerate / Accelerate, excel at speed / Caress the Earth / Accelerate
«More flying, falling and Fairyland. And Freud, probably.»