How do you know me or my father
He's turning ten years old (Mother walks on empty shores)
And when she pays with young hands and the younger blood
Down the tracks I whistle
We the notions we've laid
We the motions
Dead batteries I've come to fish out
Mixed in the mud
And you'll make me uncomfortable I'm sure
I'm sure as hell
Dreams, what do you dream, inside of me?
I slid myself in between
The parlour room I'm in its wane
And the painted china plates
I'll float on further now
Sink and shout your weapons rebound
Fall in the dirt
Bodies bruised will sink and turn to dust
Will turn to dust
Dreams, what do you mean, oh baby what is it you dream about
Make me feel, make me see, in your eyes, I remember your face, on the TV
Time, there's never enough time
Taking all my time is all I need
Spinning, don't you spin just now
Let us hit these drums, and make some noises
Every week every day
Brothers dead, ruminations, ruminations, come so slowly
(???
They can wrap my stream
If you haunt you in these rooms any second of the day
Better turn over
Better off )
Maybe today we can dream awake
We'll wave from the stars as the stones grow