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