The Dreamhouse The Young Gods

What are they doing in the dreamhouse?
What are they doing, my friends?
Are they practicing a language, learning to turn the page?
Finding words of praise to keep their eyes ablaze?

What are they doing in the dreamhouse?
What are they doing today?
Are they caressing the light, holding each other tight?
Are they visiting the heartscape, giving dreams a shape?

I'm getting heaven from you
I'm getting heaven from you
I'm getting heaven from you
I'm getting heaven from you

What are they doing in the dreamhouse?

I think I know now what is wrong from what is right
'Cause what is right tends to fade away from sight
I was lost in a daze, I heard you call my name
I'm leaving now my friends but you know I wish you well
What are they doing?
What are they doing?

I think I know now what is wrong from what is right
'Cause what is right tends to fade away from sight
What are they doing?
What are they doing?
What are they doing?
What are they doing?