Series Of Dreams Lyrics

I was thinking of a series of dreams

Where nothing comes up to the top

Everything stays down where it's wounded

And comes to a permanent stop

Wasn't thinking of anything specific

Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams

Nothing truly very scientific

Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams

Where the time and the tempo drag

And there's no exit in any direction

'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Wasn't making any great connections

Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes

Nothing that would pass inspection

I was just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded

And into the path you are hurled
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And the cards are no good that you're holding

Unless they are from another world

In one, the surface was frozen

In another, I witnessed a crime

In one, I was running, and in another

All I seemed to be doing was climb

Wasn't looking for any special assistance

And not going to any great extremes

I'd already gone the distance

Was just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded

And into the path you are hurled

And the cards are no good that you're holding

Unless they are from another world

I'd already gone the distance

Just thinking of a series of dreams

Just thinking of a series of dreams

Just thinking of a series of dreams