Boreal Sons - Spin lyrics

What is it now, oh friend of mine? You whimper in your sleep You dream of other worlds again And whisk away on zephyr winds To deeper hidden places in your mind To hideaways and mountain pa**es Where wallowing in summer gra** Is just your soul embarking through the night But how should I presume to know Your consciousness, your dreams? We thought your thoughts were nothing more Than tattered rags and hardwood floors The burrows that you build from what you find But oh, what depth inside of you To think that you've been dreaming too Of every star in every rusty sky