Hush, hush don't you rush into the starry dreams
of quite slumber.

Where hopes have breath
And speak undying truth.

Where hearts are broken so hearts can be made whole,
Where loves are forgotten so they might be remembered,
Where brothers die so you might live,
But all that was lost is found again.

Where the soul finds comfort
And the mind finds peace,
Where the heart is healed
And the body is eased.

Where desires are living creatures
And wishes flow in living streams;
They can be caught, they can be satisfied
And everything is as perfect as you could hope.

But hush, hush, don't you rush into the starry dreams
of quiet slumber.
Because where you go I cannot follow
For your dreams are not mine.

So stay with me for a short time longer
And we will act a dream
And deceive ourselves
For wishes are not living streams
And hope is no more than a breeze.