Lily I hope you picture me in your dreams
Put down your King James Bible, you don't need no kings
Close you eyes, baby I'll dry mine
Echo through the phone
Far from this, Lily dreams on
Think back to fields of Catherine, you used to play
I swore I heard you laughing
And almost say
Pull your mirrors down, took away the gla**
And let the past be gone
Far from this, Lily dreams on