echo & the bunnymen
the dreams are chair wheels in his oceans
walks in his sleep
the somnambulist
beneath the seabed
magic potions
waters deep for the somnambulist
well here it is then
loneliness
something's not to fear then
only this
only-ness
out of body
through the wall
felt so holy
felt so small
close to godly
i'm minuscule
the handle-wall
my molecule
somethings not to fear then
up
down
up and down
that place
whole place
i had to face
on the staircase
don't my dreams break
don't make me wake up
here it is then