Just like the driftwood of a dream Left of the...
Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch. There's something,...
Doctor livingston, i presume, Stepping out of the jungle gloom...
Slings and arrows, slings and arrows Slings and arrows, slings...
Timothy leary's dead. No, no, no, no, he's outside looking...
It may be a fire Tomorrow it could be nothing...
The sounds in my mind just come to me Come...
I've been searching for my dream A hunderd times today...
Lean on me I'll be there Whenever you need someone...
The dawn crept into by room And stole my dream...