Barn Swallow - Sawmill lyrics

The other night i dreamt of you By the old sawmill we use to know You felt the blade just to see if it was as sharp it use to be You where always sharp, that i have to admit Playing our souls on your harp and you where turning us down with your cigarette lit As morning broke well so did you I lie beside you observing your sobs As i grabbed for my jeans, turned to see you You where gone Gone to someone else´s dream Maybe to a different song Gone to someone else´s dream Maybe to a better song