Bad Dream’s
1988, Lyngby
I was walking in the streets
When I saw her for my eyes
She was walking close tome
When she began to cry
I placed my arm around her shoulder
I thought she just might be scared
Then she kissed my hair, and said
There’s no price you can pay
I felt we walked into a dream
I thought I heared my baby scream
I woked up and felt me sad
It was just a dream, but it was bad
