Mission of Burma Trem Two

The face at the window, the features I know
I try to escape but the world is too slow
The question is big, the question is wide
I can't see around it, I see only one side

I hid from the heavens, the heaviest sleep
Deserve the unwanted when love is so deep
Now I was touching you, the pleasures are past
And now there is only the houses we pass

The dreams are all melting only to reform
Outside the heavens, where thoughts are reborn

Where thoughts are reborn
Where thoughts are reborn
Where thoughts are reborn
Where thoughts are reborn
Where thoughts are reborn
Where thoughts are reborn
Where thoughts are reborn
Where thoughts are reborn