I dreamed of my old lover last night. I wonder if I spoke out loud. And if by chance my lover overheard. He put my face back in the crowd. His eyes were clear and gentle then. He kissed the troubles from my brow. I long to fall to sleep again. And I wonder how he would look now. Would our kids grow sullen or grow strong?. Would their limbs bronze in solitude and sun?. I like the way it feels but then. I rarely dream of anyone. I the songs of shame and the tales of dread. Where they seal the lovers' lips with lead. And all the vines wind through their eyes. Oh but no one knows this passion now. Oh no one knows this passion now. So I keep this fancy to myself. I keep my lipstick twisted tight. I long to fall to sleep again. I dreamed of my old lover last night. I long to fall to sleep again. 'Cause I dreamed of my old lover last night