Come lie in the afterglow Chisel me like a gem Bare-skinned at the water's edge It's all inside my head Sundazed on the patio The montauks still in bloom I'm ten miles into a daydream about you Tiptoe around it, it is always there But it's never out loud Once my eyes open I am holding to The things I dreamt about Cast lots in the side stage While you're waiting for the cue To get back into character To play the the part of you Caught up in a kind of backwards Self-inflicted truth It's a rare moment when I am not somewhere else too Tiptoe around it, it is always there But it's never out loud All through the afternoon I'm shadowed by The things I dreamt about We were down in the meadow All ablaze in marigold Held still in the infinite suspension of control Wait a moment here And I'll return, I always do Spin round the revolving door When I can pass back through Tiptoe around it, it is always there But it's never out loud Slip through the darkness to turn back into The things I dreamt about Tiptoe around it, it is always there But it's never out loud