Singing In My Dreams
I push, and it sways back to me in blueThe clouds row a boat across the summer skyA white horse is running, the cradle of the new moonI'm sleeping in your story
The alarm shakes us with confusionThe tugging makes me shoutA badly behaved dog,Just dreaming of curling up
TonightNow we'll joke and singTonightWe should kick back
Yet we're greedy, this kind of lifeIs not enoughThe same story is seen many timesSummer's railroad tracks hold onto the heat,Awaiting the night and the cold wind blowing
The fancy windows of the house, built as empty shellsFrom within, you wave your hand at meThe polished glass reflectedYour smile blending with the dawn
TonightI feel like I'm tumbling over and overTonightIt's simply whatever will be, will be
Tonight
Now we'll joke and singWe should kick back