Lily, I hope you
Picture me in your dreams
Put down your King James Bible
You don't need no kings
Close your eyes
Baby, I'll dry mine
Echoes through the phone
Far from this
Lily dreams on
Think back to fields of Catherine
You used to play
I swore I heard you laughing
And almost say
"Pull your morals down
Take away the past
And let the past be gone"
Far from this
Lily dreams on
Far from this
Lily dreams on
