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