Good morning, my sweet, how’d you sleep?
How’d you get here
Laying between me and the cornfield
In the mist of the ocean and orange peels?
Well, should we just prepare to see life like it’s never been seen
Suddenly clean and with so much more meaning?
Awake in a dream where we are machines
Alive and breathing.
Good morning, my dear what’d you think
What did you expect
Connecting with me without question
Without answers
Without permission to land here
In this day care,
In this night abandon,
It was a nightmare but it was the dreaming that left us stranded.
Stranded.