and so it seems that sleep makes dreams and sleeplessness makes us that s fine melatonin and wine we got way too close way too quickly to hopefulness to which we are both hopelessly addicted i d say the tree still needs another bell judgment don t fail me now it s getting in my dreams it s getting in my dreams it s getting in my dreams and everything is always worse babe at 4 30 in the morning blackbird has died red bird is on the rise guess this is why i ve always both loved and hated the sick gray light of the dawn but your hand is your wand and your landscape is drawn and your chariot awaits beyond despondency the wheels will cut the earth your chariot awaits it s getting in my dreams it s a bad shade of green but i don t care what they say my dreams might say about me i need i need something beautiful to carry and you re all i care about babe you re all i care about babe your hand is your wand and your landscape is drawn and your chariot awaits