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)
