Every night I dream a home
Built complete with paper stone
And dog in front yard
When the morning sun arrives
Wooden dreams are sure to catch on fire
Inspired by you
Yes, they surely will
Took a dive on nylon grass
This new pain is sure to pass
It's just some rug-burn
Toss a poem, I'll catch the words
Tell you things you've never heard
And all this madness be gone
Yes, it surely will
All the breaks I's counting on
Rested on a wish upon an eyelash
And the shadows it cast
Stupid eyes of burning red
Muzzled words I never said
But what a lovely view!
Yes, it surely is
How did I get here?
I've been awake too long
Can you tell which way is up from me?