You were in my dreams last night
Soft forest and pale moonlight
He bought us a house for us both to live in
To make music laced with copper and tin
The city was drawn away but close enough to touch
On a fake dune beach that was out of synch once
Listening to Lucy while the tree lunge
I was floored with the revelation of the knock-out punch
I think it'd be good to figure out how to cope I can't seem to remember the words I wrote out
We all look for you in the woods
Of your mind, down the streets and avenues
Look into the windows of my mind
Wouldn't you like to know what's inside?
A fantasy, a shade of white
Am I really alive
Waking up with the shadow of a dream
Feeling the pull from both gravity and serene
I can't help feeling like it's a lost memory
Time to shake off the night with some help from a sunbeam