Song | Series of Dreams |
Artist | Zita Swoon |
Album | Big City |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I was thinking of a series of dreams | |
Where nothing comes up to the top | |
Everything stays down | |
where it's wounded | |
And comes to a permanent stop | |
Wasn't thinking of anything specific | |
Like in a dream, | |
when someone wakes up and screams | |
Nothing too very scientific | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams | |
Thinking of a series of dreams | |
Where the time and the tempo fly | |
And there's no exit in any direction | |
‘Cept the one | |
that you can't see with your eyes | |
Wasn't making any great connection | |
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme | |
Nothing that would pass inspection | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams | |
Dreams where the umbrella is folded | |
Into the path you are hurled | |
And the cards are | |
no good that you're holding | |
Unless they're from another world | |
In one, numbers were burning | |
In another, I witnessed a crime | |
In one, I was running, and in another | |
All I seemed to be doing was climb | |
Wasn't looking | |
for any special assistance | |
Not going to any great extremes | |
I'd already gone the distance | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams |
I was thinking of a series of dreams | |
Where nothing comes up to the top | |
Everything stays down | |
where it' s wounded | |
And comes to a permanent stop | |
Wasn' t thinking of anything specific | |
Like in a dream, | |
when someone wakes up and screams | |
Nothing too very scientific | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams | |
Thinking of a series of dreams | |
Where the time and the tempo fly | |
And there' s no exit in any direction | |
' Cept the one | |
that you can' t see with your eyes | |
Wasn' t making any great connection | |
Wasn' t falling for any intricate scheme | |
Nothing that would pass inspection | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams | |
Dreams where the umbrella is folded | |
Into the path you are hurled | |
And the cards are | |
no good that you' re holding | |
Unless they' re from another world | |
In one, numbers were burning | |
In another, I witnessed a crime | |
In one, I was running, and in another | |
All I seemed to be doing was climb | |
Wasn' t looking | |
for any special assistance | |
Not going to any great extremes | |
I' d already gone the distance | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams |
I was thinking of a series of dreams | |
Where nothing comes up to the top | |
Everything stays down | |
where it' s wounded | |
And comes to a permanent stop | |
Wasn' t thinking of anything specific | |
Like in a dream, | |
when someone wakes up and screams | |
Nothing too very scientific | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams | |
Thinking of a series of dreams | |
Where the time and the tempo fly | |
And there' s no exit in any direction | |
' Cept the one | |
that you can' t see with your eyes | |
Wasn' t making any great connection | |
Wasn' t falling for any intricate scheme | |
Nothing that would pass inspection | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams | |
Dreams where the umbrella is folded | |
Into the path you are hurled | |
And the cards are | |
no good that you' re holding | |
Unless they' re from another world | |
In one, numbers were burning | |
In another, I witnessed a crime | |
In one, I was running, and in another | |
All I seemed to be doing was climb | |
Wasn' t looking | |
for any special assistance | |
Not going to any great extremes | |
I' d already gone the distance | |
Just thinking of a series of dreams |