A man builds a city with banks and cathedrals.
A man melts the sand so he can see the world outside.
A man makes a car and builds roads to run them on.
A man dreams of leaving. You're gonna meet her there.
She's your destination. She's imagination.
A man makes a picture, a moving picture.
Through the light projected he can see himself up close.
A man captures colour, a man likes to stare.
He turns his money into light to look for her.
She's the dreamer. There's no sleeping there.
Paul Hewson
