Dream Thrum - James

She dreampt the scene the night before

She cast you in her mind

She made your face of clay and straw

Precious stones for your eyes

We cut the cord that brought you here

We left you on your own

We filled your head with wild ideas

Our beliefs led you on We leave a trail that’s always changed

To keep your hopes alive

This surface may seem calm enough, but underneath

But underneath

We made you feel the way you are is wrong

We made you what you are

You are afraid

If you don’t play the game we’ll make you change

Ohhh I’ll change (X7)

I’ll change

I’ll change