I hated nightmares
but bad dreams make the world
a far nicer place

There was a little old lady
And I guess her name was Toad
Cos' every time I'd see her
She would ribbit, croak and moan

There hoppin' over potholes
Whilst I was whistlin' on my own
Bet I'd see her later on
Low rollin' dow-n the road

I joined her by a river
We were standing toe to toe
I hissed like a loud hog snake
And her arms did let me go

The water came a rushin'
My back was brown and wet all through
But her legs they weren't a wadin'
She gleamed as I turned blue

He walked into the empty room
to his knees I saw him fall
on the window was a mirror
no escape from his own soul

There's a land I entered,
In my reflection I see it entered me too!

theres distance
distortion
and I cant get my thoughts in order
thats comfort, mind contortion
sort of boredom
as I saway my head the music picks it uup and
up and dow and up
my arms a-reachin for the keys and speak easy through my fingers typing slowly nice typeface in line with my mind that races ah snails pace
how can confusion be a crime whn all there is is wasted time