Today I reached deep in my pocket
In search of some new ideas
But all I grabbed a hold instead
Was a big handful of pocket lint

It seems I'm all dried up
For the scene of current days
Maybe that's where I should start
Inspiration from good ole times

But with good time memories
Few and far between
I reach into another pocket
And find a torn and tattered dream

A dream I thought was locked away
A time of pain and sorrow
The nightmare of a special day
One with no tomorrow

Unfolding it further it changed in shape
The way dreams so often do
It was then I let go in hand
And away the nightmare flew

With a Whoosh, Fizz, Crackle, BANG!!
Coloured lights entangle the night
Raining down a gracious song
Lost in awe my mind reignites