About Three Dreams — текст песни (Shudder To Think)

Time slows I doze. In a bath of cream and ink a vacant girl smiles, and all around
her toys move. The water is crazy blue. The water is crazy blue. Above, nine
doves water her with sleep. There`s a stripping child show, and from the ceiling
thumbs snow. The sky is crazy blue. The sky is crazy blue. Croquet-Sunday, and
all the balls I sink are really sunsets so all around me night flies. The stars are
crazy blue. The stars are crazy blue. Dreams mean my brain`s on break. It takes
my day and starts to say a fable. A no rules game, rearrange reigns. Takes my
whims and swims circles `round sense. Cockroaches climb the clocks and the
cuckoos are all Jewish. We`re naked except for the plaided patch you`re stitching
into my groin. Don`t stop me, you say, this is something I`ve been needing to
do for a long time. All right, I reply. Then I`m kissing you in a long blue boat;
it`s a plastic yacht, with Chicanos on deck. They bail the jellyfish from the boat
and then drink it. It`s the only way to keep them from stinging the tourists, one
man says. The air is icy-cold, but we are happy, we are getting married. Now it`s
the desert at dusk. The sky is blue chrome. I pick one sequin from your dress and
then kiss it. I put the sequin into the sky. That`s my star, I say. And I`m your
cowboy.