Stranded at the lighthouse
I think I saw my sister there
In Oregon a lighthouse
We are conjuring a certain way
A path to reach the alcove
And be barefoot far behind
Passing by the white house
An old man was mowing the lawn
When I awoke
it was still present in my mind
It was some dream
It was some dream
Matthew led the consorts
we all stoned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
and I am cursing my naked feet
But there above the ridgeline
midst the plants all overgrown
A cavern mouth and trailway
we all crouched and capered through
And at the end
there was a hole through which we rose
To such heights
To such heights
It was some dream
I think I saw my sister there
In Oregon a lighthouse
We are conjuring a certain way
A path to reach the alcove
And be barefoot far behind
Passing by the white house
An old man was mowing the lawn
When I awoke
it was still present in my mind
It was some dream
It was some dream
Matthew led the consorts
we all stoned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
and I am cursing my naked feet
But there above the ridgeline
midst the plants all overgrown
A cavern mouth and trailway
we all crouched and capered through
And at the end
there was a hole through which we rose
To such heights
To such heights
It was some dream