A Million Things — Xymox

Words wont occur to me

At half past three

My reason die

Why couldnt 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