DreAM oN - Tom Felton

So off the clouds of Nova Scotia

I’ve been flying, trying to photograph my face for posters

I’ve been sailing further from my family lately

Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me

I’m tangled up in my own web

It’s been sixteen days at least since I’ve seen my own bed

I’ve been chasing dreams and sleeping less and less my mum said

I need to relax, and be back for cups of tea

She asks me

Boy, how you dream so big

When you hardly sleep at all?

Boy, how you dream so big

When you hardly sleep at all?

Boy, how you dream so big

When those eyelids rarely close?

I don’t know, Mum

We’ll find out, I suppose

I don’t know

What, my friend?

You know what?

Dress in fancy clothes;

sounds fun

I’ll admit, I even smiled a little bit in round one

But now I’m searching for two purposes, I haven’t found one

Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me

I sing to disappear my own mind

Fingers in my ears, holding out for golden sunshine

Sometimes wondering why I just can’t seem to stop time

Find me a lady, have a baby, or maybe three, cheeky

Boy, how you dream so big

When you hardly sleep at all?

Boy, how you dream so big

When you hardly sleep at all?

Boy, how you dream so big

When those eyelids rarely shut?

And I don’t know, my friend

But I don’t really give a