King of Dreams
Clouds breath in and out in paisley
In a colorful world of black and white
Skating across a lake of crazy
On any given night
In a crowd your standing naked
No one knows or so it seems
You find yourself inside the thrown room
Of the King of Dreams
Women in crystal ball gowns
Flying faces like they were kites
As the clocks bark off the seconds
In the slowing down of time
Above a field of purple daisies
Butterflies with rainbow wings
As you slide into the presence
Of the King of Dreams
You suddenly find that you can fly
You just think off of the ground
A train passes by in the sky
Filled with circus clowns
Standing before a crowd of thousands
When you realize you've lost your speech
At that moment is when you wake up
From a night with the King of Dreams
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