Dream Seller

He told me the price of the paperback Then spoiled the story at checkout I say why you doing that He told me what's better than reading is living inside of pages I agree with that Said man "I can give you that, for a thousand or two" He told me that he knows a girl and, damn she knows what to do She's selling dreams You catch her in the evening, maybe she's free She'll build you a religion under the sheets Your cocaine, you can throw away tonight And you'll realize that you've never been this Open the door and she's there on the floor With a bed to her right and I'm skeptical, sure 'Cause like holistic medicine she's got no references Smelling like frankincense, won't cure my reticence Walking on in I fell stupid But after a second I'm lucid I lie on the bed I can't try to pretend That whatever I felt was just all in my head Wind in Milan, rain in Paris I heard life as a song and made love to the beat Under for days, stretching to weeks Then she pulled me back up but I fell back asleep Living and dreaming are backwards I'm fully clothed when I lie on my mattress I ain't living a dream I just dream I'm alive what the fuck is she selling She's selling dreams You catch her in the evening, maybe she's free She'll build you a religion under the sheets Your cocaine, you can throw away tonight And you'll realize that you've never been this Well I'm back the next night I got questions Who, what, where, when and why start every sentence She felt interrogated, told me have some patience 'Cause she didn't have words to explain it Apparently, last week at the bookstore The cashier asked her if she wanted more So he sent me along unknowingly Knowing that I would bring what she's been looking for, looking for She was looking for someone she'd seen in her sleep Who had made her believe She could eat up the cake and it'd never deplete Ooh, you see, she's chasing a dream I'm selling her dreams She's doing the same And I got a feeling I know what awaits I'll be here tomorrow with two dozen flowers, a ring, and a date She's selling dreams You catch her in the evening, maybe she's free She'll build you a religion under the sheets Your cocaine, you can throw away tonight And you'll realize that you've never been this High One time ain't enough So pass by Every night She'll just lie you down on a sheepskin The world'll start coming up You'll be on the ground 'till the weekend And by Saturday you'll be in love