Her dreams had the soft edges of  insanity
With her eyes painted by the
true colors of madness
Her heart only bleed in
the secret shades and hues of love
She stole the music from the
wings of hummingbirds
Her smile had a hairline crack
That held the promise of a
tragic romance novel
She somehow always found herself
at the scene of a crime
Of a murdered love
With a smoking gun in her hand
And an arrow through her chest
Never knowing how she got there
Or who shot first
Her only alibi was that
She was just a dream
Dreamt in the wrong place
Dreamt at the wrong time
Her only crime
Was that she dreamt of beauty
Before beauty dreamt of her
She was the mother of love
And the daughter of death
You can only find her
By getting lost
In the waves of sleep
and a song of Singapore
Don't forget to bring a bow
Or you won't find your way back
And you'll die at the bottom
of a dream
of the scene of a crime
And your only witness
Will be a hummingbird
That can't speak
or make a sound
You'll have no alibi
For why your hands
Are covered with the blood
of love and death
And she'll walk away free
From the dream
Dreamt in the wrong place
Dreamt at the wrong time