Turn My Head

Don't you feel so very pointless in the feelin' of the rain and the violence of the sun?
I must confess that I feel graciously bigger than the rain and hotter than the sun
What do you do, what do you say when the blood you've spilled is of your loved one?
And the kremlins of the world fall all around you?
We deal in dreams
We deal in dreams
We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts
Oh fearful crying people
The fool is by the river, watching but not swimming
It takes energy not to get used to it
and fall into this place
Where everything runs together and dies
This quiet kingdom, she is now
and forever will she be in silent celebration
We deal in dreams
We deal in dreams
We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts