Strange the god of your name is (Pozzi in two)??? Shells and silvery scales and torrents of blue one more pilot fish come to swim with the shark dreams of bloodiest extremes picks me from their mouth
Chorus stars shining bright above you night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" bodies swinging in the sycamore tree dream a little dream of me
cold your blood is your soul but blood is the lie sold the hand that you hold before you arrive you're perfect, you're worth it your friends said I guess that it's true you mean it I've seen it the poets got nothing on you
Chorus X 2
dream a little dream dream a little dream dream a little dream of me dream a little dream dream a little dream dream a little dream of me
