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LAST NIGHT I WANDERED THROUGH YOUR DREAM
(T. Beechey)

Last night I wandered through your dream just to get a separate view
To see if maybe your life's theme was anything like I knew
I understood the risk involved but it was one I chose to take
This mystery needed solved and so this journey I did make

Last night I wandered through your dream just to get a different feel
On everything I'd always deemed as somehow being true and real
Maybe all I'd known was false, I'd never had these doubts before
Was this just a rash impulse or could it be something more?

Last night I wandered through your dream just to have another chance
To once again find that gleam that left without a second glance
I started down a well-worn path where many others once had gone
Unaware it was the aftermath of journeys time had overdrawn

Last night I wandered through your dream just to see if I belong
Or if it all was just a scheme whose destiny was all wrong
The path transformed into a road which went for miles in opposite ways
But not a single signpost showed in which direction I should gaze

Last night I wandered through your dream, I'd grown weary of my own
So I cast my sights upon your beam and where your path was clearly shone
First I went left then I went right, then went around in circles some
Fell to a depth, went to a height and came back where I started from

Last night I wandered through your dream, mine no longer satisfied
What once had glowed lost its steam and left me feeling void inside
Now I went right then ventured left, going up and down and in between
The wind picked up and I was swept back through everything I'd seen

Last night I wandered through your dream not knowing what I hoped to find
Just seeking silence to the scream that echoed all throughout my mind
The highs and lows, spinning around, down the road and path and then
I felt lost but I knew I'd found myself inside my dream again

Last night I wandered through your dream
And, looking back, now I've learned
All is not the way it seems
Once all the corners have been turned