Texty: Our Lady Peace. Burn Burn. Dreamland.

A mother sets the dinner table
Son crashes to the pavement, yeah
A father working just to make ends
We spend our lives to try and make sense of it

But I, I feel the love, I feel the power
It comes to me in the darkest hour
And I, I wanna feel it again

In this dreamland the kids are alright
And the sky is blue
We all got wings and know how to fly
I made it to the moon

The sun on my face, my head in the clouds
Time on my side, my feet off the ground
I'm not coming down, not coming down

The summer ends, the ocean dries up
A stranger dies and no one gives a fuck
I take a look over my shoulder
All my friends have gotten older, oh yeah, oh yeah

But I, I feel the love, I feel the power
It comes to me in the darkest hour
And I, I wanna feel it again

In this dreamland the kids are alright
And the sky is blue
We all got wings and know how to fly
I made it to the moon

The sun on my face, my head in the clouds
Time on my side, my feet off the ground
I'm not coming

Change just to change, break just to break
Blame just to blame
My head in the clouds, feet off the ground
I'm not coming down

In this dreamland the kids are alright
And the sky is blue
We all got wings and know how to fly
I made it to the moon

The sun on my face, my head in the clouds
Time on my side, my feet off the ground
I'm not coming down, I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down, I'm not coming down