A prince on a white horse With long fair hair Riding through your dreams With his straight glance Riding upright and proud He's waving his hand and it seems he's riding for you
A prince on a white horse, all dressed in gold Galloping over the clouds He's taking you with him in his strong arms Shielding you from all the harm Before you awake.. and you awake
Your mother's screaming, you have to get up Working day, life is back And it hits you like a spear A dirty Monday morn' The day has just begun And it bores you from the start
No prince on a white horse, no open blue sky Only muddy november clouds No tender caress, no gracious smile Only slippery offers and jokes And you've had enough
You're waiting for the day when you leave all this behind When you get your chance And you swear yourself, you'll take it with all your might You will do it right, take and hold it tight And you'll spread your wings and fly
With the prince on a white horse, is a everlasting spring And a love that will never end The sun will always shine An endless lucky time And everything will be alright
Awake... open up your eyes... look around What do you see... tell me, what can you see
But the princes all around you aren't wearing golden coats Their horses are made of steel They don't ride blue skies They're riding motorbikes And they put a damn on your dreams
The prince on the white horse works in a factory Roasts hamburgers in a snack bar The princes of today, are passing you away They don't ride anymore On white horses...
A prince on a white horse doesn't smoke cigarettes He never watches TV He doesn't buy porn or drinks alcohol He only lives in your dreams So... dream on.