From the recording Gregorian Nap
Lyrics
A Gregorian nap
I woke from a dream
A house full of desks
A room full of bags
With a train running through
My sisters and I
Found rooms on the stairs
I put me on the shelf
Where I belong
She believes only what she sees
She loves me, nods to agree
The more I have to say the less I truly give
On the edge of what is real
The green of her eyes, it is clear
I’m always at home when I’m on my own
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