Cinnamon

Hold on to my dreams and I’ll come find them in your room

I reach out in thought, expect you working on a tune

But you’re tending to some flowers that have long ceased to bloom

The fresh smell of cinnamon enlightens all the gloom

Is that what you hang on to?

Hold on to my memories and write ‘em down for me

You might find a friend in your neglected history

And one day you might wanna dwell on all the distant years

The steady smell of cinnamon can’t make them disappear

Or is that what you were hoping for?

Another dreamless night

Fixing you up

Your favourite lullaby

Silence

Hold on to my words and I’ll come place them on your tongue

The reason you recall them is ‘cause you knew them all along

Though somehow when you speak them now they sound all wrong

The Sun shines on the cinnamon floating from the bong

Is that what it has come to?

Another dreamless day

Passing you by

Strolling your time away

Blind eyed

Another dreamless daze

I'm right behind

Ready for when you wake

I'm too kind

Just too kind