( original from : console - rocket in the pocket : crabcraft )i
have a recurrent dreameverytime i loose my voicei swallow little
glowing lightsmy mother and son baked for meand during the nightthey
do a trapeze walkuntil they''''re in the skyright above my bedwhile
i''''m asleepmy mother and son pour into mewarm glowing oilinto my
wide open throati have a recurrent dreameverytime i feel a hoarsenessi
swallow warm glowing lightsmy mother and son baked for me, ohthey
make me feel so much betterthey make me feel betterwe have a recurrent
dreameverytime we loose our voiceswe dream swallow little lightsour
mother and son bake for usduring the nightthey do a little trapeze
walkuntil they''''re in the skyright above our headswhile we''''re asleepmy
mother and son pour into uspour into uswarm glowing oilinto our
wide open throatsi have a recurrent dreamthey make me feel betterthey
make me feel better