Golden Apes - The Dreamers lyrics

I count halos on your forehead I smell the stars in all your white eastern skies Where zodiacs taste like beehives And every sting is a reward, full of anthems, of colour and delight... We are the dreamers, the distance to reality We are the dremers, the blemish of a wound We are the dreamers, the missing link to history We are the dreamers and nothing else what counts... Plant the kings' heads in the orchard Under the nests of red birds with their hierarchy And I'll judge you, just for our fun 'Cause every law, that's written is a doctrine, spelled by you and me... We are the dreamers, the distance to reality We are the dremers, the blemish of a wound We are the dreamers, the missing link to history We are the dreamers and nothing else what counts...