Dreams that leave you hanging from the
opera in your mind and the
orchestra keeps bangin' on and still
you feel that hangin' on
is the only thing to do.

I don't mind that dreams don't find their end in me,
I can shift the light around until the night can't see
where I am hangin'

The opera's another can of worms
storms in B cups
bombing tea cups,
do your dreams make you squirm?

Flight or do you fight?
I fancy flight, but
I'll take the biggest bite of you
and chew and chew, do you
like music in the raw?

Something more
or something that the lady wore?

Dreams that leave you hangin'