This is not a song

This is just one of those vivid dreams. This is not a song

But it needs it just the same

Sometimes I wake up in the darkness

When I know I should've stayed asleep

If you remember to be drunk

You should remember to get married

If you remember to be drunk

You'd be better to get married

Sometimes it takes a teaspoon of milk

Just to see that bowl of sweet cherries

Put my life out like a candle

Smears two fingerprints

Saw a child crouched down

Write my name in fresh cement

She said, "I know you're in a hurry

But could you give an angel a minute?"

Well I don't want to get up

With the moon still in place

And this bad dream passing through

The lines in my face

There my be blood in my shirt sleeves, but I think I see a clean escape

So how will my heart know

When it's time to stop

Put the squeeze on the veins

And let the temperature just drop

Sometime you sleep until the sun gets a chance to rise

Sometimes you wake up in the dark, silver skies and golden needles, pale lights and the cold cold milk