Within a dream i try to catch myself, And awakin myself before i dream of something else, And have the greatest song ever wrote. And with a hazy eye i bring myself upright, Grab for my pen and scoll to bare my soul and i hope The hand can translate my flow. For overzelous pen it seems it has a dream of being The ink of a mans soul The greatest pen this hand will ever hold Sometimes in the journy though The mind to pen seem so close The translation is hard to hold And we ain't even got to the studio And now she waits to destract my motivated stroke Come back to bed Is the song she sings She hates when i wake her from a lucid dream But she don't know what the song can mean Why can't it wait Wait till the suns a little bit higher She still burns from last nights fire And she wants me to dous the flame But wait if i did the song wouldn't be the same I'm sorry