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Michael McGuire - The Things Dreams Are Made Of lyrics
I cant remember the dream I had last night, but it went something like 
this, she was the only light in the tunnel, and I fawned for her kiss, the 
morning cut thru us like a shiny blade, and the newly woken dreamers 
forgot, like the lampposts grasping circle of light, we can only see our 
frozen lot, somewhere a child soars on an eagles back, somewhere 
gleams the image of right and wrong, reality calls to the high priest of 
the universe, the night will wait but it wont wait long. 
I am awake but Im still dreaming, as the dark spot moves across my 
brain, carry me thru this dark night,and this dream I cant explain. 
There she was on my pillow, Im shining silver shes coming on gold, 
my eyes are open but my eyes cant see, I was bragging to someone 
about a lie I told, and there goes the pangs of desire, hurt me so bad 
almost like real pain, but the curtain is drawn in the sea, that divides 
the water from the rain, the floor of the building moved from 
underneath my feet, parts of an illusion are in play, and this night Michael McGuire - The Things Dreams Are Made Of - http://motolyrics.com/michael-mcguire/the-things-dreams-are-made-of-lyrics.html
really does last forever, its just occasionally interrupted by the day. 
I am awake but Im still dreaming, as the dark spot moves across my 
brain, carry me thru this dark night,and this dream I cant explain. 
Theres my limping fragment of flesh, drawn into the slumber that 
feeds it, this is my hopeless night of nights, this is the only time when 
time needs it, move to and fro in relative motion, in the dream the 
chair was in the wrong place, their is some kind of huger in an empty 
chair, Ill never forget that horrible face, and what about that dream, I 
believe she is awake now, as these dreams try to wake me up, I dont 
know when and I dont know how. 
I am awake but Im still dreaming, as the dark spot moves across my 
brain, carry me thru this dark night,and this dream I cant explain. 
Dreams are made of.......... 
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