I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it抯 wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn抰 thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there抯 no exit in any direction
抍ept the one that you can抰 see with your eyes
Wasn抰 making any great connection
Wasn抰 falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you抮e holding
Unless they抮e from another world
In one, numbers were burning
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn抰 looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extremes
I抎 already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
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