Painted Rivers (When it’s a dream)

I find myself
Falling deep into
Six-hour-conversations
Where bore is lost
And words are
Flowing endlessly
Like a winter rain.

Well I disagree
To think this
As a fantasy made real
I know when it’s a dream
I just can’t stand
Seeing your red hair
Sweeping endlessly
Before my sorry eyes


Come take me down
On a shooting star
I’m getting strung out
Swimming through
Painted rivers
Tell me this aint a dream
Cos I know when it’s a dream…


Living is easy
When I’m sleeping
Thinking my bed is
A battle field
Yeah I’m battling
To keep your images
Glowing endlessly
Like a summer shine

How do I relate
Four months of pleasure
to seventeen years of pain
but I know it’s not a dream,
chasing you through
roses field with
eyes closed I beg you
to stay


Come take me down
on a shooting star
I’m getting strung out
Skipping through
Mellow lands
Tell me this aint a dream
Cos I know when it’s a dream

(I’ll never let this go…)

Well come take me down
In a submarine
I’m getting strung out
Chasing chances
In an open air
Tell me this aint a dream
Oh is this a dream
Well is it?