Series of Dreams Songtext
von Zita Swoon

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