I'm walking into the trees;
wearing expressions and shoes on my feet,
Well the worn path is laid out before you;
it leads you to a place you've been before,

To a place where the forecast calls for snow,
To a place where my dreams feel more like home,

Now your looking out at the sea;
next to someone who's face you can't even see,
You feel like you've known them forever;
they've lead you to a place that feels so nice,

And here's the place when I sleep I wanna go
And here's the place where my dreams . . .

I feel adrenaline pump in my veins,
my bodies all covered in rain,
Lightning filters my eyes and victoriously I soar into the sky,
Now with the battle won, I begin to fly . . .

So here's a place when I sleep I wanna go,
and here's the place where the forecast calls for snow,
Oh and here we are where my dreams feel more like home.