| Song Length |
3:47 |
Genre |
New Age - Alternative |
Lyrics
Dreamstation
I went to sleep. When I opened my eyes...
There was grey, maroon over white in the skies.
How could this be so I asked of myself, through a
Ripple of waterfall over a shelf on a cloud...
How could this be that I'm so animated?
Planting both feet in this place truly hated?
Dream...
Trying to wake as I open a door
And I'm falling through whipping cream under the floor...
Kalliediscopically searching my soul, as the cartoons
And bar tunes escape down a pink rabbit hole...
How could it be that I'm so animated?
Where are my feet in this place truly jaded?
Dream...
Hey...I don't know you anyway!
May...be back to reality one day.
Fleas dancing with hippopotami
Steam...rising from the breath of a magpie...
How could it be that I'm so animated?
Rushed when it's obvious I should have waited....
Der nyer le sean sin populair...
Sounds bouncing off the
Kids at the Mayfair...
Kids at the Mayfair...
How could it be that I'm so animated?
A house collapsing around those that made it...
Dreamstation...c
Dreamstation...
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