I dreamed I heard that you were dead I dreamed I searched an empty bed For a sign of you And the sea called hard to me Like a cell without a key And I felt the distance I watched the tall ships go With the drift wood on the flow With pride that grows in hardship And I knew you were below I hear your voice And it keeps me from sleeping Why must it always be dreams When your voice comes to me I dreamed you felt the typhoon spit And walked into the heart of it While the sea gulls cry I know how to feel that call It never suited me at all But some are born to it And you seemed so bright and hard
Like a bloody edge of sword But if you’re an enemy Then you look a lot like me I hear your voice And it keeps me from sleeping Why must it always be dreams When your voice comes to me I dreamed you sailed me to the swamp In a black boat You spoke to me of things Of the shame that years will bring And I felt your hand shake Though you always seemed so hard Now I never see the sword And I find the enemy Has to feel the same as me I hear your voice And it keeps me from sleeping Why must it always be dreams When your voice comes to me