Silver Song

I woke that day in the afternoon But my bed was in a basket underneath a blue balloon And a swarm of moths surrounded me And my hair was standing on its end with electricity And as I looked down on my whole life I was speeding through the forest on a motorbike And waved to you but you couldn't see And I could hear a crowd of people calling after me Wake up, little dreamer It is time to rise Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes I've been holding out for a lifeline Till I follow you to the depths of my own mind I've been wandering kind of scattershot Bumping into other people's lives without a second thought Now, I do believe in the mystical That we have some vague connection to the other world Now what I've said may not all be true But this silver song I sing tonight, I swear is just for you Wake up, little dreamer It is time to rise Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Wake up, little dreamer It is time to rise Open up your eyes Open up your eyes Open up your eyes