Malapascua
03-06-2007, 12:32 PM
At the end of the day, after I go to bed
I have these thoughts running around in my head
I fall asleep and dream about you
Usually together and sometimes in school
Walking down the hall, I find I am naked
Wondering why I didn't just stay in bed
Or dreams that I found lots of money
Grabbing it, holding onto it tightly
Dreams of driving exotic cars fast
But those dreams don't usually last
Dreams of flying through space, to Mars
And girls in very revealing bra's
Scary dreams of being buried alive
They uncover me, but I can't be revived
I'm now on display in a coffin at my wake
But I'm not dead, why do they want to seal my fate
I could be surfing on waves of 5 feet
Or running through high fields of wheat
I dream I am flying, I must be part bird
I dream of being taunted, they think I'm a nerd
I dream in color, because I see the blood
When I pilot a plane and crash in the mud
My legs are all mangled, I'm stuck in the wreckage
I need something long so I can use it as leverage
I could be flying high in a balloon
and the next minute I am running from a raccoon
The scenes change so often I cannot keep track
The earth could just open, I might fall in the crack
One minute I'm swimming in the ocean with dolphins
The next minute tiptoeing on eggs shells, needles, and pins
Then I am chased or I'm fighting for my life
While trying to protect my family and my wife
What significance do these dreams of mine hold
Is it a glance of what my future has foretold
What is that buzzing, what is that sound
Oh, it's my alarm clock, I'm awake, how profound
At least, last night, I didn't have nightmares
Sometimes they come, against all of my prayers
I guess I shouldn't complain about weird dreams
It could always be worse, I could wake up with screams
I have these thoughts running around in my head
I fall asleep and dream about you
Usually together and sometimes in school
Walking down the hall, I find I am naked
Wondering why I didn't just stay in bed
Or dreams that I found lots of money
Grabbing it, holding onto it tightly
Dreams of driving exotic cars fast
But those dreams don't usually last
Dreams of flying through space, to Mars
And girls in very revealing bra's
Scary dreams of being buried alive
They uncover me, but I can't be revived
I'm now on display in a coffin at my wake
But I'm not dead, why do they want to seal my fate
I could be surfing on waves of 5 feet
Or running through high fields of wheat
I dream I am flying, I must be part bird
I dream of being taunted, they think I'm a nerd
I dream in color, because I see the blood
When I pilot a plane and crash in the mud
My legs are all mangled, I'm stuck in the wreckage
I need something long so I can use it as leverage
I could be flying high in a balloon
and the next minute I am running from a raccoon
The scenes change so often I cannot keep track
The earth could just open, I might fall in the crack
One minute I'm swimming in the ocean with dolphins
The next minute tiptoeing on eggs shells, needles, and pins
Then I am chased or I'm fighting for my life
While trying to protect my family and my wife
What significance do these dreams of mine hold
Is it a glance of what my future has foretold
What is that buzzing, what is that sound
Oh, it's my alarm clock, I'm awake, how profound
At least, last night, I didn't have nightmares
Sometimes they come, against all of my prayers
I guess I shouldn't complain about weird dreams
It could always be worse, I could wake up with screams