There were dreams
that all had wings
I flew them like a kite
They came to me
in the evening
and left before daylight
the rest is complicated
so foggy and so dense
There is no house
no dog, no swing
No white picket fence
Between the sheets
the darkness
is everything I own
a tire lump of flesh
so naked and alone.
The dreams have turned
to memories
its there that we still dance
I drink some wine
and smile....
fixed, as if in a trance
Yes, I do still think of you
every time it rains
every time I hear that song
or see big aeroplanes.
