I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it´s wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn´t thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there´s no exit in any direction
´Cept the one that you can´t see with your eyes
Wasn´t making any great connection
Wasn´t falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
I was just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Down into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you´re holding
Unless they´re from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climbing
Wasn´t looking for any special assistance
And not going to any great extremes
I´d already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Down into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you´re holding
Unless they´re from another world

[Outro]
I´d already gone the distance
I was just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams