Series Of Dreams - Zita Swoon
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
I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
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 scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the
Path you are hurled
And the cards are
No good that you're holding
They got it
They got it
Unless they're
From another world
They got it
In one
Numbers were burning
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
They got it
They got it
They got it
They got it
I'd already
Gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
I'd already
Gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams
