Walking on a dream
How can I explain
Talking to myself
Will I see again
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill, searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I'm just in awe of what's in front of me
We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it
Is it real now
When two people become one
I can feel it
