Текст песни Dreamer - Thomas Gold , Mimoza

I believe in pressing diamonds from the sand
I can feel the touch of Midas in my hands
And I carry it wherever I go
I'm depending on the angels by my side
I've been having conversations with the sky
And I call on them when I get low
If you were me, you'd be living the way I do
I don't get high 'cause I'm already on my roof
So don't wake a dreamer
Got my head in the clouds
Where the Gods can hear me out
Don't wake a dreamer
Reaching for gold
That's all I know
I've been dancing with the sinners and the saints
Underneath it are we naked and the same
And we dance again whenever we want
I've been rising like a Phoenix from the past
See my colors burning brighter in the ash
And they catch a flame when I'm in the dark