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 truly very scientific   Just thinking of a series of dreams      Thinking of a series of dreams   Where the time and the tempo drag   And there's no exit in any direction   'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes      Wasn't making any great connections   Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes   Nothing that would pass inspection   I was just thinking of a series of dreams      Dreams where the umbrella is folded   And into the path you are hurled   And the cards are no good that you're holding   Unless they are from another world      In one, the surface was frozen   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   And not going to any great extremes   I'd already gone the distance   Was just thinking of a series of dreams      Dreams where the umbrella is folded   And into the path you are hurled   And the cards are no good that you're holding   Unless they are from another world      I'd already gone the distance   Just thinking of a series of dreams   Just thinking of a series of dreams   Just thinking of a series of dreams