The coolness and the coldness
of the surface
and the deeper water
The division of the senses
Gives me five more ways
To want you

Sometimes I dream the weirdest dreams
Those dreams were quiet,
but they’re louder now
So someone somewhere
needs some quiet
It might be quiet
somewhere else.
It's loud right now.

There were voices
in the hallway
Even when the fever faded
I could hear them
through the bedroom wall
Yeah this is what they said:

“Until the UFOs come landing
And the ghosts come out and sing the blues. Until the night explains the day away
Will the sunlight mean a thing to you?”

Yeah, sometimes I dream the weirdest dreams
Some dreams are quiet, but not right now
Some quiet things are more quiet in the graveyard
We can be quiet
in the graveyard
(but it’s louder now)

I believed when I was small
That I might end up
in your eyes
And to you I was invisible
Sometimes I still feel small but not right now.

Have you tasted
lonely whispers?
Can you almost
feel the colors?
Yeah the division
of the senses
Gives us five more ways to want eachother

Sometimes I live
the weirdest dreams
Someday things are quiet,
but not right now
So you say
you need quiet time
It was quiet early on,
it’s louder now.

And I believed
when I was quiet
I would end up in your eyes
Yeah, to you I was invisible
Yeah once I was quiet
but I’m louder now.