Our dreams are ending
These were our actors
This was the play
As I foretold you
They were all spirits
And are melted into air
And so, this vanishing vision
The cloud crowned towns
The solemn temples
The great globe itself
Yeah, all shall dissolve
And like, this insubstantial game fades
Leaving nothing behind
We are dreams, our little lives
Rounded with sleep
Dreams made on dreams
Will you keep sleeping, quite comfortably?
Or will you awake?