I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top.
Everything stays down where it`s wounded
And comes to a permanent stop.
Wasn`t thinking of anything specific,
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams.
Nothing truly very scientific,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag,
And there`s no exit in any direction
`Cept the one that you can`t see with your eyes.
Wasn`t making any great connections,
Wasn`t falling for any intricate schemes.
Nothing that would pass inspection,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you`re holding
Unless they`re from another world.
In one, the surface was frozen.
In another, I witnessed a crime.
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn`t looking for any special assistance,
Not going to any great extremes.
I`d already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you`re holding
Unless they`re from another world.
I`d already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.