Or So I Dreamed

Not a fitful dreaming; the day in such a way beyond believing
A pillow on no path at all with a nature heart to bear
A good man turned bad, badder than the baddest men
And his fullest fears on relief and release
Now hes doing double time for drawing blood and keeping love alive and green
Oh Im not gonna let the silent and the sound
For a love that grew up boarded off straight out of the ground
Or so it seemed
That a dream in which my garden overgrew my house one year
put my faith in evolution cause it said my man is pure.
Took a broken window man in an abandoned house and prayed
And lay there in reminiscence...
And it seemed that the sky and the sound
Like an avalanche of memory could have us thinking up was down
Oh Im not gonna let this fire burn us down
For a love that grew up boarded off straight out of the ground
Or so I dreamed
An image like a dying dream...
Or so I dreamed