There's a collonade of bluish trees that lines the white canal And if it had not snowed in june, this line would seem banal But surprise, surprise, the weather man has gone the Russian way He's sown the clouds with silicone and it's rained the longest day Delirious, delirious, delirious dreams You wake to find your dreams dissolve like the frost in light of day And that voice of silent council calls, it calls from far away And forgotten though your dreams might be, it echoes in your heart When your body and your shadow flew a million miles apart Delirious, delirious, delirious dreams The blankets creep down to your knees, your hairs it stands on end You toss, your turn your burn all night, 'til credits read 'the end' You stumble from your bed of nails and draw the curtains wide And low! Behold! The sky is grey and the world has gone from sight Delirious, delirious, delirious dreams