Daydreamer's bluff
And I can't seem to snuff box the film,
Oh, will.
And three hours pile on reversed broken files
Not again, my friend.
Another dead end, yet there's somewhere to go
Just dig up a hole, we can call it your home
Don't tell, what do you mean?
Wake me dead, and run from the
Dreams.
Dream,
Ream,
Ember me.
And she, has, nothing to say
In her will, days on the line, private plain
Where we float, and shout, and both bend through the hills,
Time keeps us still.
Pill on the rocks, cough it back up
Fiddle the lock, glossing the cuffs
Don't yell, what do you dream?
Wake me dead, and run from the
Scream.
Scream,
Ream,
Ember me.