Lucid

Rushing till the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold Running out of time before the madness calls He's got a ball and chain wrapped and checks the lock three times Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all And his rolling eyes Capture clouded skies And the smell of age bounce off the page And onto canvas-colored life How could such a giant troll begin to fly so high? With his tiny fairy wings and hair an umber glow He starts to chase me through the air to the maze of ?? ?? ?? and ?? Hovering above the ground, we're oh so very tall And his big, round nose Smells a purple rose And the talking owls spread their wings open And encompass colored eyes Rushing till the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold Running out of time before the madness calls He's got a ball and chain wrapped and checks the lock three times Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all And his rolling eyes Capture clouded skies And the smell of age bounce off the page And onto canvas-colored life Flying like a witch to somewhere, think it's Mexico I got a pair of black buckled shoes, they lead me there And there's a man who wants to sell me things, he wears a sombrero Jumping back and forth in time and in and out of ?? And the dusty rose Fill my heart with snows And the smell of sage evaporating And sings songs of colored eyes Rushing till the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold Running out of time before the madness calls He's got a ball and chain wrapped and checks the lock three times Rushing till the dawn Rushing till the dawn Rushing till the dawn Rushing till the dawn Rushing till the dawn Rushing till the dawn Rushing till the dawn Rushing till the dawn