Once my love stood still like a stagnant. Well, for so long you could hear. The song of spiders, strumming fiber. Calling her to the web. . My river sits in ebb, the little ones.
Can I borrow your bones and marrow. Till I get my own. lovely, lovely, lovely bones till I get my own. I won't tell me new friends. That they're on loan.
Red ribbon on which we ride. Carry us over horizon as the sun setting. Night puts on a phantom cloak. Sing violet light and evoke. The protection that violet evokes.
Intro:. . Every January 16th it's "The Dreamer The Dreamer.". And all of you say "I have a dream; The Dreamer.". And what did he dream? It stuck him right there..