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 too very scientific
Just thinking,
Of a series of dreams

Thinking,
Of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo flies
And there's no exit,
In any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Wasn't making,
Any great connection
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