The dream
The dream
Little brown stream
The beans
The beans
Oh that caffeine
Does wonders for me
Does wonders for me

Pull on my sleeves
Look at me
Dance a dance
Beaming glee
A thousand hours
Sweet taste of sours
Of life and limb
Tune up
Tune in

Make your face
All bright and red
And place the flowers
Upon your head
Spin and spin
And circle round
Flip the smile
Then flip the frown

Feed me favors
By the score
Pile the wheat
And gather more
A thousand lines
My list today
Of straining work
And frantic play
Of buildings built
Both straight and tall
Of baskets filled
With fruit for all

Pointless words
Endless motion
Rise and fall
Like tides of ocean
Settle now
And breath a sigh
For dreams are near
Behind closed eyes

How would I know now
What I didn't know then
How could I have learned that lesson when
You didn't allow your will to bend
And show me the source of my sin

 
Don't think I will survive on the remains of those days
Don't think I can feel the warmth of their rays
I can only close my eyes and hear the sound
Of the water that flows down
And over the stones so round with age
That would soon be laid atop the earth of your grave

 
Around the bend of the river
Where my eyes can't see

My god I might starve
There's no food to eat
Imagine that
Instead we worry about how not to get fat
Imagine that

 
I'll never again say there's nothing to eat
Imagine that
Imagine if we had to live in fear
Could we live without fear?
Imagine that