Land & Sea

Then i woke up far away

In a house i owned with barely any clothes on

And a tousled head beside me

I was filthy as a mad woman,

Guilty as a bad person

Oh, the night was young and free

And i cried when i began to see

I woke up in a fantasy

I ran barefoot down the halls

Of a farm house in vermont

Or was it portland?

I have never been before

(Or so i thought)

I knew exactly where to find

What little peace i had in mind

Who'd've thought my wandering eye

Would carry me

Over so much land and sea

And wake me in a fantasy

Aand there your hands go

Where they know they shouldn't be

Caught in a cookie jar

Your fists aren't threatening

In the dark I roll to you

Pour my heart into the room

No one hears me, no one

Oh pity me

What a wretched thing to be

Woken from a fantasy