[Intro/Instrumental][Chorus]Oh Im in your wicked dreams, oh Im in your wicked dreams , i know your heart screams, they don't know its deeper than it seams oh ,Im in your wicked dreams, Im in your wicked dreams,yeah i am your answer, I speak what'sin my mind, you know i make art, its ancient battle of a broken heart, [post chorus] oh romantica, when you all let it pour romantica, oh romantica, you dont know whats in store,(romantica)[Spoken-sung Break]They say that love is a straight line, but anyone who has truly lived knows it is more like the tide—a constant, rhythmic pulling between the shore and the deep. In this life, we often celebrate the peaks, the moments where the sun hits our faces and everything feels certain. But there is a quiet, haunting beauty in the upside downs. [Instrumental Break][Verse 2]My mind is a labyrinth of mirrors and mist, Full of heavy reflections that shouldn't exist, Where every "what if" is a ghost in the hall, And the silence grows loud as the evening stars fall. Yet you walk through the thicket of my darkest (Dreams)[Pre-Chorus] hear the distant, lonely call, Against the shadows on the wall, Where giant oaks grow proud and tall, To cast their leaves and end it all.I see the world inside a ball, Beyond the shops and crowded mall,[Chorus] Oh Im in your wicked dreams, oh Im in your wicked dreams , i know your heart screams, they don't know its deeper than it seams oh ,Im in your wicked dreams, Im in your wicked dreams,yeah i am your answer, i speak what's in my mind, you know i make art, its ancient battle of a broken heart[ Instrumental Break][Spoken-sung Break]Pour beaucoup d'entre nous, le plus grand combat ne se trouve pas dans le monde extérieur, mais dans les pensées profondes qui nous tiennent éveillés au beau milieu de la nuit. Ces lourds et tourbillonnants courants de « et si » et de « pourquoi ». On a parfois l'impression de se noyer dans un océan de ses propres pensées, [Bridge] In the gallery of the mind, there are no locked doors, No frames too small to hold the tides that pull upon our shores. For art is not a finished thing, a statue cold and still, But every spark of thought we cast against the window sill. The way you dream of distant stars or how the morning breaks,[Whisper Breathy Breakdown]oh mmhm its Romantic, Romantica,oh mmhm its Romantic, Romantica,oh mmhm its Romantic, RomanticaOh Im in your wicked dreams, oh Im in your wicked dreams , i know your heart screams, they don't know its deeper than it seams oh ,Im in your wicked dreams, Im in your wicked dreams,yeah i am your answer, i speak with my mind, you know i make art, its a ancient battle of a broken heart,[Breathy Instrumental] [Outro]The clock on the wall is a liar, babe, it doesn’t know our time, We’re operating on a frequency that’s rhythmic and sublime. It’s the way your shadow dances ‘cross the silk upon the bed, And how you manifest the wicked thoughts I haven't even said. oh mmhm its Romantic, Romantica,oh mmhm its Romantic, Romantica[Instrumental Outro]
