Stranded at the light house
I think I saw my sister there
Oregon in light house
We are conjuring the surf and waves
A path to reach the alcove
And me barefoot far behind
Passing by the white house
An old man was mowing his lawn
And when I woke
We're still present in my mind
It was some dream
Some dream
Matthew lead the consort
We all stoned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
And I am cursing my naked feet
There above the ridge-line
Amidst the plants so overgrown
A cavern mouth and trail way
We all crouched the capered through
And at the end there was a hole
Through which we looked
To such heights, to such heights
It was some dream

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