John Waite - Dreamtime

If I fall
Right out of sleep
Deepsea diving in the dark
With those creatures of the deep
Broken skis
Over silent snow
As the ground comes up to meet me
Is it then you let me go
Here we go
To the other side
No one comes back
And very few survive
Me I'm heading south
For the borderline
She and I
This is it
Nineteen sixty-five Twist and shout
This ain't no luxury cruise
And your eyes are full of doubt
Chinatown
Under neon lights
Oh, she's coming and she's going
In cheap hotels
Here we go
To the other side
No one comes back
And very few survive
Me I'm heading south
For the borderline
She and I
This is it
It's dreamtime