Every little dream, sitting in a swing, swinging the days on by.
Couldn't help but notice, you were in a trance, just thought I'd stop and try. (my bad)
Tell me, what's your reverie, what's in your past that's flickering past that's going so fast that only your eyes can see. See that's the worst of me, prying to see why you're crying, you see how I'm trying to break in and steal something?
I must say that nice coat of numb would look much more ravishing on me. I think I'll take it just to see you shiver once, and watch you watch me leave.
Anyway it's okay if your own steady gaze leaves the ground for a moment or two. It's a moment of sun in a blustering gail when your eyes reflect light from the moon.
This is cute. Look at the moon, dear. Moon the onlookers. They are cute as well. Cute and small and cheering you on. Cheering your bare-assed attempts to be new.
Wait for dawn and the dream will be over. One silent night after another But do you really want to know What it feels like to be Your own lover?
Open your eyes and see- I'll open mine too- Look at them, what's there? Reflected light Everywhere you look I can see you Getting by but I can imagine you smiling at the tiniest little things every little dream is flickering past your eyelids