I never quite understood
This thought which crushes my bone
That dreams are made of glass
And the world ... Of stone.

Only desolate & lonely I sail
Life ... Where has it brought me
I've tasted fail ... So now I wail
I've lost the trail of my destiny

When I expected ... This is what I got
That also shadows were brought ... By the light
The shadows were deep ... The light was not
With my own cursed self ... I lose but still I fight

I'm a merchant my friend ... A merchant of dreams
But now I only carry dreams shattered
The flower shops refuse to buy ... As it seems
These are only thorns which I have scattered

Now what can I sell ...
And now what can I share
I only have a burden of thorns 
Thorns ... Within my care