oh love, i had the most vivid dream–

i miss you, but what can i say?

with my head in the clouds, i didn’t hear you scream.

it began slowly, with the fading sunbeam,

then night poured in, and god, was it yesterday?

oh love, i had the most vivid dream–

you were there too, or so it would seem,

together we were covered in a mist of grey–

with my head in the clouds, i didn’t hear you scream.

with strength and aggression, he was too extreme–

seizing you tightly and ending your “today”…

oh love, i had the most vivid dream–

if that river was liquid candy, the mountains were whipped cream,

as i played in the stream, you became his endangered prey–

with my head in the clouds, i didn’t hear you scream.

he took you away, left you stranded upstream,

and when i awoke, it felt all too cliché.

oh love, i had the most vivid dream–

with my head in the clouds, i didn’t hear you scream.