C
C G C
I was thinking of a series of dreams
C G C
Where nothing comes up to the top
C G C
Everything stays down where it's wounded
C F
And comes to a permanent stop
C
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
F
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
C
Nothing too very scientific
G C
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't making any great connection Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme Nothing that would pass inspection Just thinking of a series of dreams
Am F C
Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Am F C
Into the path you are hurled
Am F C
And the cards are no good that you're holding
C G
Unless they're from another world
In one, numbers were burning In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was running, and in another All I seemed to be doing was climb Wasn't looking for any special assistance Not going to any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Just thinking of a series of dreams
Tell Tale Signs version
Outtake from the Oh Mercy! sessions (1989).
I was thinking of a series of dreams Where nothing comes up to the top Everything stays down where it's wounded And comes to a permanent stop Wasn't thinking of anything specific Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams Nothing too very scientific Just thinking of a series of dreams
Thinkin of a series of dreams where the middle and the bottom drop out and you're walking out of the darkness and into the shadows of doubt wasn't going to any great trouble You'd believe in it's whatever it seems nothing too heavy to burst the bubble Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag Suddenly the gate is thrown open and you're left there holding the bag Wasn't making any great connection Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme Nothing that would pass inspection I's just thinking of a series of dreams
Dreams where the umbrella is folded Into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holding Unless they're from another world
In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was running, and in another All I seemed to be doing was climb Wasn't looking for any special assistance Not going to any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Just thinking of a series of dreams