and so it seems
that if sleep makes dreams
then sleeplessness makes us
that's fine
melatonin and wine
we got way too close, way too quickly
to hopefulness to which we are both hopelessly addicted
i'd say the tree still needs another bell
judgment, don't fail me now
it's getting in my dreams
it's gotten in my dreams
it's getting in my dreams
and everything is always worse, babe
at 4:30 in the morning
blackbird has died, red bird is on the rise
guess this is why I've always both loved and hated the sick gray light of the dawn
but your hand is your wand, when your landscape is drawn
and your chariot awaits
beyond despondency, the wheels will cut the earth
your chariot awaits
it's getting in my dreams, it's a bad shade of green
but I don't care what they say, my dreams might say about me
I need, I need something beautiful to carry
and you're all I care about babe
you're all I care about babe
your hand is your wand, and your landscape is drawn
and your chariot awaits
that if sleep makes dreams
then sleeplessness makes us
that's fine
melatonin and wine
we got way too close, way too quickly
to hopefulness to which we are both hopelessly addicted
i'd say the tree still needs another bell
judgment, don't fail me now
it's getting in my dreams
it's gotten in my dreams
it's getting in my dreams
and everything is always worse, babe
at 4:30 in the morning
blackbird has died, red bird is on the rise
guess this is why I've always both loved and hated the sick gray light of the dawn
but your hand is your wand, when your landscape is drawn
and your chariot awaits
beyond despondency, the wheels will cut the earth
your chariot awaits
it's getting in my dreams, it's a bad shade of green
but I don't care what they say, my dreams might say about me
I need, I need something beautiful to carry
and you're all I care about babe
you're all I care about babe
your hand is your wand, and your landscape is drawn
and your chariot awaits