Text: David Sylvian. 20th Century Dreaming.

Cold morning
Start of another day
Sleeping through the epilogue
Waking to the sound of rain

Driven to the crossroads
Where value's meaningless
What did you do to my faith
In justice, hope and happiness

Social, economical, spiritual
I'm moving to the house of love

Take my fire
Take my food and water
Forget about those promises
Of social good and social order

Lassoed by the cowboys
Tied down and it shows
I'm roping in those bad dreams
And selling off my working clothes

Social, economical, spiritual
I'm moving to the house of love

Gonna take a course of action
To restore my sight
'Til the heart of motivation
Is filled with a golden light

They're hiding in the treetops
Tugging at my coat
Power lines are falling down
And burning in the undergrowth

Social, economical, spiritual
I'm moving to the house of love

As the river runs, tumbles and turns
You know you shouldn't stay
Play the game again
It could be different this time
You may win

Dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming
Lying down

Dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming
Lying down

I'm moving to the house of love
Moving to the house of love
I'm moving to the house of love
Moving, I'm moving, I'm moving
I'm moving, I'm moving, I'm moving
I'm moving to the house of love

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Dreaming, dreaming