And the cards are no good that you're holding
And into the path you are hurled
And comes to a permanent stop
I'd already gone the distance
Where the time and the tempo drag
Thinking of a series of dreams
Unless they are from another world
Nothing truly very scientific
Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Everything stays down where it's wounded
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
In another, I witnessed a crime
And into the path you are hurled
In one, the surface was frozen
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Unless they are from another world
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes
And there's no exit in any direction
I'd already gone the distance
I was just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Was just thinking of a series of dreams
And not going to any great extremes
Nothing that would pass inspection
Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Wasn't making any great connections
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Just thinking of a series of dreams
In one, I was running, and in another
