The dream

And when i wake oh let it be
From your long face in a short dream
And when i call may it be true
That my words fall ever lightly on you

How long do i have to wait

I'll go up north i'll head for the trees
To look for the source and dirty my knees
Oh the great loss of every fall
Oh it is not lost on me at all

How long do i have to wait

And when i sleep may it be so
That it is deep that it's heavy and low
And when i wake oh let it be
From your long face in a short dream

How long do i have to wait