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