I had a dream last night I was flying a kite
and going fishing as a son,
But a dream is a dream, they're all alike
and I know that can't be done,
I'd rather sleep and sleep and sleep forever
than always have to run,
Because on chilly mornings
I'd wish they hadn't begun,
Darkened clouds...some point of despair
I wanted something, but I never dared
Red lights flash, and red drip, drip
What could this vision be?
A father? A son? A holy ghost?
My vision fails to see,
I'd rather sleep and sleep and sleep forever
each and every one,
Because on chilly mornings
my legs refuse to run,
Darkened clouds...some point of despair
I wanted you, but you never cared.
Shane
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