If the audience was listening
When the curtains rise again
If I knew what’s going on
Just a part of your plan
If I had a bit of mind kick
If the spirit unfurled
But I’ve only got a vision
A strange kind of world
In eternal isolation
For the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
Dreams are made of
Dreams are made of…

The jester takes the violin
And lets the poison flow
The insects whirr into the sky
And Atlas dropped the earth, you know
You wrote a second comedy
With all the nightmares you could feature
But I’m lying in my own world,
Learning from my own world’s creatures
In eternal isolation
For the sake of inspiration
And the stuff that dreams are made of
Dreams are made of
Dreams are made of…

If the audience was listening
Just for one more time
I could be more than a clown
Living more than a lie
But while I reel in the spotlights
This show must go on
My souffleuse is dead and I
Can’t remember the song
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And the stuff that dreams are made of
Dreams are made of
Dreams are made of…