| D | G | D | |
| Is it a kind of | dream |
| Bm | G | D | |
| floating out on the | tide |
| A | D | G | Em7 | A | |
| Following the river of | death down | stream oh | is it a | dream |
| A7 | D | G | D | |
| There's a | fog along the ho | rizon |
| Bm | G | D | |
| a | strange glow in the | sky |
| A | D | G | F# | |
| and | nobody seems to know | where you | go and what does it | mean |
| G#dim | D | A7 | D | |
| oh | oh | is it a | dream |
| Chorus |
| F#m | G | A7 | |
| Bright | eyes | burning like | fire |
| F#m | G | Em | |
| Bright | eyes | how can you close and fail |
| F#7 | Bm | A7 | D | |
| How can the | light that | burned so | brightly |
| G | Em | A7 | D | |
| suddenly burn so | pale | bright | eyes |
| D | G | D | |
| Is it a kind of | shadow |
| Bm | G | D | |
| reaching out for the | night |
| A | D | G | Em7 | A | |
| Wandering over the | hills un | seen or | is it a | dream |
| A7 | D | G | D | |
| There's a | high wind in the | trees |
| Bm | G | D | |
| a | cold sound in the | air |
| A | D | G | F# | |
| and | nobody ever knows | when you | go and where do you | start |
| G#dim | D | A7 | D | |
| oh | oh | into the | dark |
| Chorus |
| Chorus |