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,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
Into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding,
Unless they're from another world.

In one, numbers were burning,
In another, I witnessed a crime,
In one, I was running, and in another,
All I seemed to be doing was climb,
Wasn't looking for any special assistance,
Not going to any great extremes,
I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.