Boreal Sons - Spin Lyrics
What is it now, oh friend of mine?You whimper in your sleep.You dream of other worlds againAnd whisk away on zephyr windsTo deeper hidden places in your mind,To hideaways and mountain passesWhere wallowing in summer grassIs just your soul embarking through the night.But how should I presume to knowYour consciousness, your dreams?We thought your thoughts were nothing moreThan tattered rags and hardwood floors,The burrows that you build from what you find.But oh, what depth inside of youTo think that you’ve been dreaming tooOf every star in every rusty sky.