Wolf Sounds

All the lucid dreamers
Floating through the sea
Dreaming under water
With all the sad babies
Broken boat above ‘em
Water turns to oil
Moving in slow motion
When the water starts to boil
Silly lucid dreamers
Bellies in the sun
Beaches full of bodies
Now your dreaming days are done
Bury it in the ground
In a thousand years
You will hear
Wolf sounds
Orange town is crying
Buried in a sham
Practical of jokers
With a pearl in a clam
Silly town crier
Sleeping through the news
Lucid in your dreaming
Now your baby sings the blues