I went walking in the stream
I dreamt of Islands floating too
I went walking to the dawn
I dreamt the morning dripping through
I see you come and see you slide.
Is it any wonder, the picture in the frame,
Leaving nowhere to call your own again?
I went stumbling down the hill
I dreamt the evening in the sky
Flowers falling at your feet
And on the ocean drifting by
I see you come and see you slide.
Is it any wonder,
The picture in the frame, Leaving nowhere to call your own again?
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