Series of Dreams - Studio Outtake - 1989

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
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 I'd already gone the distance
 Just thinking of a series of dreams
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 Just thinking of a series of dreams
 Just thinking of a series of dreams