A Dream A

Meet your hero, you're disbelieving

Jigsaw street names all disappearing

It's your dream you can cry if you want

Everything's Golden

Inky waters don't be afraid of no faces in focus at the fascist parade

Walls having ears unhear what you hear so the secret is safe

And the windows are where the doors should be

And the doors are where the windows should be

Feeling uneasy

And the doors are where the windows should be

And the windows are where the doors should be

This diary of dreams leaves no routine

Paint your rose and fake victory

We try to run and we try to fly

I saw snow on the Serengeti plains but it's your dream it's not mine

Hole in the ball we call home so sweet

Nothing in the kitchen but coal and meat

Down at the sea bay going to see a mermaid

You're in charge of the brand new soldiers

March through the seasons guided by hunger

In dreams you can die and wake in your bedroom

Blood was jam and death is a cartoon

It's your dream you can die if you want to

Everything's Golden

And the doors are where the windows should be

And the windows are where the doors should be

Feeling uneasy

And the doors are where the windows should be

And the windows are where the doors should be

Dreamed of a game where when you're hurt you feel pain

Cheat codes thrown at the feet of the enemy

Career step stones to the end of the road

Comes about as long as it take to go

Bread crumbs tail back to R.E.M

He falls on his sword as he picks up the pen

The petition lies unsigned and the motion is wavered

There's this place near deepest Johannesburg

Gods mined the gold and beamed it up to the stars

Guards stood at the prison gates up straight guarding the planet all wrapped up in paper chains

They rust hard in the winter of war

Fake codes found on the enemy's floor

Sickle-cell meets with the bell of the ball but the hospital's full

Everything's Golden

Dog for a baby and dog is put down

Town bike rides herself around town and the thief collects money in the name of the soldier

Pinch stays young while the punch grows older

28 seconds to relieve yourself

Take the lions share then excuse yourself

Down at the sea bay going to see a mermaid

And the doors are where the windows should be

And the windows are where the doors should be

And the doors are where the windows should be

And the walls are where the windows used to be