Manic Street Preachers - Bright Eyes

Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river
Following the river of death down stream
Oh is it a dream?

There's a fog on the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody knows where you can go
Or what does it mean
oh, oh is it a dream

Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly turn so pale?
Bright eyes

Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching over the hill
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream

There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody knows where you can go
And where do you start