Lying in the back room
Head into the floor
Dream another color
'Till you dream no more

Laying in the petals
Dust becomes the smoke
Fly into the flower
Until it makes you choke

Gather all the playthings
Living and alive
Slip into a coma
Surrounded by the hive

You talked about your parents
As gold spun into hay
I don't think I can see it
The blue becomes the gray

Stuck inside the back room
Staring at the door
Dreamed another color
'Till I dreamed no more

The rattle of the branches
The shadows of the oak
Fall into the flower
Until it makes you choke
A year without a winter
Lost inside the hive
Slip into a coma
Your reason won't survive

We talked about your parents
And crawling by your side
We found a nicer reason
The turning of the tides