Your two eyes, they speak to me. Special treats and delicacies. In your velvet corridors. Sticky walls and sugar floors. . Your fingers, they speak to me.
They'll be making sure you stay amused. They'll fill you up with drugs and booze. Maybe you'll make the evenin' news. . And when you're trippin' over your dreams.
Life is but a dream. Life is but a dream. Life is but a dream. Life is but a dream. . Life is but a dream in a greater scheme. Wakin' up is hard to do.
[Part I]. . Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker. I stay focused but not blinkered. And these snapshot memories in my mind. Legacies from another time.