Bastian Baker

White Room

Bastian Baker


I dreamt you were here, you opened the door
You started crying in my arms, and I carried you around
You said you were feeling so down, the whole time you weren’t mine
How I crave that smile on your face
As Michael Stipe, he said before me, this fantasy was just a dream
For I’ve woken up all by myself in Berlin

I had a dream, I had a dream

I dreamt you were here, to everyone surprised

Because as usual you’d never hint when you’ll arrive
I thought what a crazy thing to do, these feelings are so new
Would we just wanna be me and you?
As Michael Stipe, he said before me, this fantasy was just a dream
For I’ve woken up all by myself in Berlin

I had a dream, I had a dream

Cookie Consent

This website uses cookies or similar technologies, to enhance your browsing experience and provide personalized recommendations. By continuing to use our website, you agree to our Privacy Policy