The Dreamer
Music and lyrics by Chris Lang

Learning to be happy is a big self-delusion.
Let's admit that we're miserable,
and do something about it!
You can call me a "dreamer",
but, at least, I'm not hiding;
you can settle for second-best now,
but who'll hate themselves when they're sixty?

The truth will never die!
You'll face me again and you'll face me again,
for the dreamer does not lie;
there's truth in a dream,
and truth we cannot defy.

A dreamer is not a sleeper,
at peace in some delusion.
He knows that he is miserable.
He hates the world around him.
He can't pretend he's happy.
He can't just keep on hiding.
He can't deny the truth;
and he knows his own desiring.

The truth will never die!
You'll face me again and you'll face me again,
for the dreamer does not lie;
there's truth in a dream,
and truth we cannot defy.

A poor wretch in the street has nothing,
knows nothing,
wants nothing,
and we pity him, for we know what life could be.
We pity his ignorance,
and call the same a virtue.
So does the dreamer pity you!

He sees the world in contrast.
You think the world is normal,
but the dreamer has a vision--
to see what is is to know what could be.
Oh, we are far below potential,
and the dreamer... 
Does he scare you?
Because he hates you as you are?
Because he sees how you are ugly?

Wake up!
We shall always be ugly--
there shall always be dreams far beyond our greatest heights.
Don't hide from the mirror,
for truth itself is beauty,
and who you are is not important as what you dream...

The truth will never die!
You'll face me again and you'll face me again,
for the dreamer does not lie;
there's truth in a dream,
and truth we cannot defy.