ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

I, dream


Every gesture is a prayer
Every promise is a deed
Don’t try to deny it
Tell me your dreams

Sweet silent thought
Sweet silent thought

Make no secret of the secret
In the darkness there’s a light

I dream
In a magical machine
I dream, I dream
In a magical machine
I dream, I dream

Tension filled me, terror thrilled me
As my pulse beats my approach
Like a soft drum
Like a soft drum, high and low

Oh, if these visions were true

I dream
In a magical machine
I dream, I dream
In a magical machine
I dream, I dream
In a magical machine

In the place where memories are born
My pulse beat like a soft drum
And my body was light as a breath of air
Calm and thoughtful in the outside world

Black and white stones teetering on the silent sky
The sky was broken and a saw myself as clear as day
Time isn’t time
Play with mystery
Play with mystery

How the danger ebbs and flows
Now the moment has arrived
How the young has increased
Get the dream is just a dream

In a magical machine

In a magical machine
I dream, I dream
In a magical machine
I dream, I dream

In a magical machine
I dream, I dream
In a magical machine
I dream, I dream

In a magical machine
I dream

In a magical machine

In a magical machine