Halfway through the night I wake up in a dream.
Echoes in my head make every whisper turn into a scream.
I dreamed I could fly out in the blue.
Over this town followin´ you. Over the trees, subways and cars.
I´d try to find out who you really are.
In the middle of the night, cool sweatin´ in my bed.
Got the windows open wide, thinkin´ about all the things you said.
I wish I could fly out in the blue. Over this town followin´ you.
I´d fly over rooftops, the great boulevards
to try to find out who you really are. Who you really are.
I wish I could fly now. I wish I could fly now.
I wish I could fly now. I wish I could fly around and around.
Over this town, the dirt on the ground.
I´d follow your course of doors left ajar
to try to find out who you really are. Who you really are.
Fly, fly, fly. I wish I could fly.
I wake up in a dream in the middle of the night.
I wish I could fly. I wish I could fly.