I got Vendela Vida
You got Boris in tow
She only comes when I read her
You only come when I go

I got a past and a future
You're working on your present tense
And while I examined the sutures
You were mending your fence

And I have got the cross
To bear for your confusion
Dreamers always end
Up back in Chinatown

And if you really, really,
Really are connected to
The things that you believe
Well, to finally write your story
Is to let a thousand
Other stories bleed
And if you go, well you know,
You got nothing to hold on to,
But wait, it gets worse
It's a gift, it's a curse

And the life we envision
That ain't life, so it seems
And I could make a decision
If I could just forget all my dreams

You got Vendela Vida, baby
I got Boris in tow
And she only comes
When I read her
But at least she comes
Back when she goes

And I have got the cross to bear
For your confusion
Dreamers always end
Up back in Chinatown

And if you really, really,
Really are connected to
The things that you believe
Well, to finally write your story is to
Let a thousand other stories bleed
And if you go, well you know,
You got nothing to hold on to,
But wait, it gets worse
It's a gift, it's a curse

We can't find any peace
When we sleep
We try, but as soon as
We're down and we close our
Eyes, we cannot help it
We're dreamers
We're dreamers