Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
Roddy Woomble
From Roddy “Written by Rod and I and you can imagine this on an idlewild album I think – well maybe without the fiddle and whistles”
If you could choose your surname
By the colour of the sky
Wrap yourself in clothes, there's a hundred years
And they're running out your eyes
And turning into rain, into words, into phrases
The sentences that become an experience
So we can wake up where we choose
I'm dreaming a dream, but, I am innocent
I dream, I, I am innocent
I dream I, I am innocent, to dream
And possibly the biggest problem we have here
On the earth is that, every night, when the sun
Goes down, and stars come out
It's the endless possibility of a dark sky
And it's questions that make us realise, what we could never be, or what we always could be
I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent
I dream, I, I am innocent
I dream I, I am innocent, to dream
I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent
I dream, I, I am innocent
I dream I, I am innocent, to dream
I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent
I dream, I, I am innocent
I dream I, I am innocent, to dream
I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent
I dream, I, I am innocent
I dream I, I am innocent, to dream
Everything I know
And everything I... ?