A Million Things - Xymox

Words won't occur to me
at half past three
my reason die
why couldn't you make that choice


noise of life begins too soon
i closed my eyes
how could you be so cruel
sweet vision of mine

and i keep dreaming of
a million things
and i keep dreaming of
a million things
they have wings

i layed down my sleeping head
time burns away
let the living creatures lie
midnight visions awfully die

and i keep dreaming of
a million things
and i keep dreaming of
a million things