Sweet dream are always made of thisnThey're wrapped up in a youthful wishnFrom the man who sings anthem to the skynTheres a tower somewhere on the moonnIt shines a light inside your roomnCan you hear the anthem calling out tonight, heynnNo more listening to younNo more feeling this waynYou've got this time outnI'm calling time outnYou've got this time outnC'mon and shinennI remember singing SionidenAnd hearing only fancy liesnFrom a music box that got that feeling rightnThere's a wall and a man who lived insidenHe found the door and saw the lightnI have seen the face of someone pure as white, heynnNo more listening to younNo more feeling this waynYou've got this time outnI'm calling time outnYou've got this time outnC'mon and shinennYou've got this time outnI'm calling time outnYou've got this time outnC'mon and shinennI learned to shinenI learned to shinenI learned to shinenI learned to...