Hey, saw you in your room today
sitting in your dying place
dreaming all your life away
lost in page
alone inside the family cage
And now, that all your kids have moved away
and all the dreams you had have died
and no one comes around at night
but solemn moon
to tease you in your sleepless room
Kate, I saw you in your home today
freaking in your dying place
as all your days get washed away
and friends all fade
the last one on the family stage
But hey, not all your years have passed you by
the dreams you had remain alive
they come to charm your soul at night
and to remind
the dreams we live are dreams that die
Hey, I saw you in your room last night
behind the angel wings of time
still shadowed in Victorian lace
with half hid face
velvet kiss and Beaujolais
a soul I never will erase
nor manifest before my eyes
for it's "The dreams we live
are the dreams that die"
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth