In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
I took your urgent whisper
Stole the arc of a white wing
Turned its tide to strength
Healed the hole that ripped in living
Rode like foam on the river of pity
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
The spine is bound to last a life
Tough enough to take the pounding
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
Pages made of days of open hand
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
Number every page in silver
Yours is there my word of honor
Underline in magic marker
Take the name of every prisoner
I took your urgent whisper
Rode like foam on the river of pity
Stole the arc of a white wing
Healed the hole that ripped in living
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
I took your urgent whisper
Stole the arc of a white wing
Turned its tide to strength
Healed the hole that ripped in living
Rode like foam on the river of pity
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
The spine is bound to last a life
Tough enough to take the pounding
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
Pages made of days of open hand
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
Number every page in silver
Yours is there my word of honor
Underline in magic marker
Take the name of every prisoner
I took your urgent whisper
Rode like foam on the river of pity
Stole the arc of a white wing
Healed the hole that ripped in living
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams