Original version
Live - Camden Palace, 1985
Live - Manchester, 2019
Acoustic version
One cold damp eveningThe world stood stillI watched as I held my breathA silhouette I thought I knew
Came through, someone spoke to meWhispered in my earThis fantasy's for youFantasy's are in this year
My whole life flashed, before my eyesI thought, what they say is trueI've shed my skin, and my disguiseAnd cold on the naked eye
Emerged from my cocoonAnd a half-remembered tune played softly in my headHe said
He turns smilingAnd says
I realize a miracle, is dueI dedicate this melody, to you
But is this the stuff dreams are made of?If this is the stuff dreams are made ofNo wonder I feel like I'm floating on air
No wonder I feel like I'm floating on airEverywhere
Oh, it feels like I'm everywhereLike when you fail to make the connection, you know vital it isOh when something slips through your fingers you know precious it isOh and you reach the point when you knowIt's only your second skinIt's only your second skin(Something's banging on my door) like when you fail to make the connection, you know vital it is(Someone's banging on my door) oh when something slips through your fingers you know precious it is(Something's banging on my door) or reach the point when you know it's only your second skin(Someone's banging on my door, something's banging on my door)
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