Dreaming

Dreaming, drowning, dreaming,
As if we would recognise, and the multitude first
Had taught us some lesson of incomparable worth,

I'll give you parables obscures, and open to interpretation
Think yourselves precocious as they beat the lesson in

Dreaming, drowning, dreaming,
Waiting for a second - stunning!
As if we would recognise that the bubble has burst,

I'll give you parables obscure, and open to interpretation
Think ourselves precocious as they ease the lesson in.

Was this ever a green and pleasant land?
Through my hand runs barren soil,
The lives we live are cold or canned,
Neatly planned, nothing.

From slave to master, greed is release,
We wander at peace, the bands sway,
Take their rhythm from the business thief,
Safe in deceit, nothing.