In about half of my dreams
I am another
Talking in my sleep
About gardens and the garage
Where I tinker on myself
We're growing like flowers
On a molten lawn
For the duration of the parade
I'll be in the shade
Beyond the holocene
I'll be riding on the coattail
Of the final scene
Waiting for the curtain
Of the sea
My oh my, the sun is bright
Follow the light
She said follow the light
But you said hell no
I'm not ready to
Follow the light
She said follow the light
But you said hell no
I'm not ready to go
Follow the light
She said follow the light
But you said hell no
I'm not ready to
Follow the light
She said follow the light
But you said hell no
I'm not ready to go
My oh my the sun bright tonight
