Tell me, truly, what is your dream? Tell me, truly, is it the city life? And I'll take a foxglove And I'll twirl it all around And I'll feel next to you On the fairground, oh Daydream dies slow Daydream dies slow We grow tired over the day We grow tired over and overthinking And I'll take a foxglove And I'll twirl it all around And I'll feel next to you On the fairground, oh Daydream dies slow Daydream dies slow, oh Daydream dies slow, dies slow Dies slow, dies slow