Compositor: Bison
Another hour in the train
A dream of one direction
I lean my head against the pane
And stare through my reflection
Shapes fade like snow in the evening
The countryside recedes
Years blurring colours like water
They shift and bleed...
I'm back in the abandoned cinema
Smoking in the dark now
You're taking your guitar
Through the churchyard to the park now
I'll meet you here in the morning
Don't take the bus to school
We'll browse through Japanese hangings
And curse the fools who rule...
With watercolours just like blood
I painted you a picture
Do you believe me? If I could
I'd buy a skin that fit you
Here and now there's work in the morning
My love waits in the car
Could it be that these dreams hold the meaning
Of who and why we are?
In truth and dreams we are