Thieving Dreams

I wish I could see That there's no wrong Just the right place you can be And have a song Where you tell me You simply can't go on Unless we Have coffee in bed Morse code kisses of red It's what plays in my head I'm thieving dreams for ya Let's dance along to the Doors Let's read Keats on the floor It's what plays in my head I'm thieving dreams for ya I wish I could see You more frequently Than just in those dreams Or in a silver crusted LP That lives on a shelves I rarely clean And after midnights in the pool And fire escapes howlin' at the ruby blood moon Tend to excuse and wish for daydream Vinyl personality Let's have coffee in bed Morse code kisses of red It's what plays in my head I'm thieving dreams for ya Let's dance along to the Doors Let's read Keats on the floor It's what plays in my head I'm thieving dreams for ya Nonfictional options have told me There's no love beyond poetry Tendency to daydream might dilute my thought and my feelings for all These romantics Let's have coffee in bed Morse code kisses of red It's what plays in my head I'm thieving dreams for ya Let's dance along to the Doors Let's read Keats on the floor It's what plays in my head I'm thieving dreams for ya (Ahh, Ahh Ahh, Ahh)