Every time I dream I keep seeing streets and alleyways, places that I’ve never known Every time I dream I am being, lifted to a height that I too frightened to go Then I wake up and find everything’s away, it seems, one night ago
Every time I sleep I keep hoping this would be the night of nights that I see you again As I close my eyes like rims and curtains slowly rising on an empty stage Then I’m back in the stall sitting all alone waiting for the show to begin
Every time I dream I would often find myself running from a wild pack of lice Till I reach a house and hear the gurge upstairs and look for a place to hide But if I saw you there, I wouldn’t dare dream again of opening my eyes