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.