A million things de Xymox

Words won't occur to me
at half past three
my reason die
why couldn't you make that choice

noise of life begins too soon
i closed my eyes
how could you be so cruel
sweet vision of mine
And i keep dreaming of
a million things
and i keep dreaming of
a million things
they have wings
I layed down my sleeping head
time burns away
let the living creatures lie
midnight visions awfully die
And i keep dreaming of
a million things
and i keep dreaming of
a million things