Dreams

Here we are A house upon the sea A bad dream The woods on the hill are aware And there's a terrible voice that echoes around The wind has it's sting Puts the salt in your skin And morning light clears Oh won't you bring me to rest Says I should fake a death And failing that I should enter the house And face what I left Upon the water Here we are House upon the sea And I know it's but a bad dream The morning light The morning light Will clear But it's all so real The dark reflects the day Like a shadow on the waves