Fever Dream (Running Up That Hill Suite)

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Verily believed
Verily believed
.
When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
(Verily believed)
.
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
Seen
Seen
Seen
Verily believed
.
Twas the age of innocence
Of industry and keen
Life was an adventure then
And principally believed
Every time the lights were dimmed
Would venture to the stream
To lounge beneath the oldest wisest tree
To lounge beneath the oldest wisest tree
To lounge beneath the oldest wisest tree
To lounge beneath the oldest wisest tree
(Seen)
.
Had I been less bold then untold tales would still be so
Had I been a few years older
I would not have known
Magic in these sprawling roots
The truth within each knot
Knew it all back then you see
Years later had forgotten
.
Years later had forgotten
.
Years later had forgotten
.
All I saw were rotten apples
Leaves without a home
Fallen branches
Dear departed memories outgrown
Life was cruel
I guess in kind
Less inclined to show the kind of sights my widened eyes once cared to show
Everything felt just so need to know
.
Everything felt just so need to know
.
When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
(Verily believed)
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.
Stepped within the hollow of the tree and there remained
(Verily believed)
Patiently awaited while my sorrows then accumulated
Ruminating fates of those to soon be snatched away
For theirs pre-dated even nature’s way
.
Dusted stylus scoring vinyl
Death made every breath seem final
Had to dream my little dream
For each tear shed then bled revival
Weathered roots commenced to thrive
Widened eyes undressed of bind
Life was cruel
I guess in kind
Yet wasn’t fooling me
.
The oldest wisest tree confided secrets in its keep you see
Had I been a few years younger
I’d have spun yarn more discreetly
Children were permitted to be seen but seldom heard
Needed full acquittal from a fickle life of brittle lies committing crimes to whittle and defeat me
.
Had I not been teetering from very end of tether
Then I would never likely have endeavoured through the never to the late September dream I felt entitled hell for leather to repeat
.
Repeat
.
A little dream
The kind of sights so rarely seen
Yet verily believed
Neither sleeping or awake
But someplace in-between
Someplace in-between
(Verily believed)
.
Every time the lights are dimmed
I venture to the stream
To lounge beneath the oldest wisest tree
And prize the most delighting sight my widened eyes have ever dreamed
.
When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
Neither sleeping or awake
But some place in-between
Did not tell a single soul
For few would have believed
The kind of sights my widened eyes had seen
.