For some crazy reason

I had a dream
Trees, bees, leaves, birds and beans
A little bit 
Of me goes with the wind and see 
Against myself, against him 
The tide is carrying me far away from here
 
The dream belongs to me 
And I’m really getting blind and deaf
The things could think 
If they could have a little piece 
Of fear, but they don’t think 
Because it’s difficult to believe... to dream
 
There’s a pain inside myself 
How could I speak with her? 
How could I wave goodbye? 
If my favourite girl... 
Is still dressed in grey