Song parody of
a head filled with dreams
by Saint Moth
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Finally I'm back in the depths of my head
In the left hand corner where I always sat and wept
Frightened by lightning, frightened by the dark
Frightened by the heights, looking down the escarp
The flowers are still blooming, the fog is on the rise
I stare in wondrousness through my lens from the inside
I take myself to worlds, unimagined, undescribed
And fly above the waters, whispering myself good night
But don't you dare take me to the real world
Don't ever let my voice be heard
Don't you dare take me to the real world
My legs will be numb, my vision blurred
Back to 4 am, yellow skies kiss the roofs
A strange feeling wanders from my head across the room
Cold November nights while the moon softly looms
A dark shadow tiptoes and she won't fall asleep soon
Pretty as the night is, all drenched in blue
Mist covers the horizon, desaturated hue
The fruit so ripe they rotted while it leaps into view
A head filled with dreams and with dread that they come true
But don't you dare take me to the real world
Don't ever let my voice be heard
Don't you dare take me to the real world
My legs will be numb, my vision blurred
Frightened by lightning, frightened by the dark
Frightened by the heights, looking down the escarp
Frightened by living, frightened by death
Frightened by all the things
Past and ahead
Finally I'm back in the depths of my head
In the left hand corner where I always sat and wept
Frightened by lightning, frightened by the dark
Frightened by the heights, looking down the escarp
The flowers are still blooming, the fog is on the rise
I stare in wondrousness through my lens from the inside
I take myself to worlds, unimagined, undescribed
And fly above the waters, whispering myself good night
But don't you dare take me to the real world
Don't ever let my voice be heard
Don't you dare take me to the real world
My legs will be numb, my vision blurred
Back to 4 am, yellow skies kiss the roofs
A strange feeling wanders from my head across the room
Cold November nights while the moon softly looms
A dark shadow tiptoes and she won't fall asleep soon
Pretty as the night is, all drenched in blue
Mist covers the horizon, desaturated hue
The fruit so ripe they rotted while it leaps into view
A head filled with dreams and with dread that they come true
But don't you dare take me to the real world
Don't ever let my voice be heard
Don't you dare take me to the real world
My legs will be numb, my vision blurred
Frightened by lightning, frightened by the dark
Frightened by the heights, looking down the escarp
Frightened by living, frightened by death
Frightened by all the things
Past and ahead
