I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down but it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream where someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the middle and the bottom drop out
And you're walking out of the darkness
Right into the shadows of doubt
Wasn't going to any great trouble
You believe in whatever it seems
Nothing too heavy to burst your bubble
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and tempo drag
Suddenly the gate is thrown open
I get left there holding the bag
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
I was just thinking of a series of dreams
Dreams where the umbrella is folding
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless you're from another world
In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running and in another
All I seem to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
Not going to any great extreme
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams