take your ambien
free your mind
tell me all about it
in your dreams
we'll talk
everything will seem fine
won't be on my knees
screaming will you be mine
won't be hiding behind trees
watching that everything's fine
but the irony follows
i can't look you up
as it'll bring great sorrow
i'll stay hidden, my sparrow
watch from my dreams
as i can't seem to leave the shadows
my tongue will swallow
no bravado
i sit and play the piano
and wait for tomorrow
i'll see you in the meadow
listen for my echo
i'll bring the pillows
slow the tempo
as we lie and watch the sky
move from green to red to yellow
we can even listen to your techno
just leave the ammo
the la**o
and i'll see you in glasgow