In my dreams, I lose my teeth
and packs of wolves howl at me
I run toward them in the moonlight
And when I wake, you're lying there
I'll start to smile, I'll touch your hair
but you'll just turn away
I'll get a coffee, maybe two
whenever I go out with you
in case I start to fall asleep
in case I start to dream
In my dreams, I'm running free
across the land, between the trees
and all the wolves run with me
And in the morning, I am sore
from dreaming hard, from wanting more,
from all these chains that bind me
You say that I've been acting strange,
sleeping all of my days away,
but I'm not tired, and I'm not sleeping
I'm awake, and I am dreaming
In my dreams, they call to me
the mountaintops, the evergreens
and I hear the haunting echo of a howl;
so this is all to let you know
that when I do decide to go
it's really, truly just because of me;
it's only ever been about my dreams.