Chris Mills Is Living the Dream

I dreamed I was Richard Pryor
Running on fire down the Sunset Strip
And as the flames burned brighter, my head grew lighter
And I watched the flesh fall from my fingertips
Ashes to ashes
Trust to dust
I don’t know what it means
To be burned by something that you love so much
I think I must be living the dream
I know that I am living the dream
I dreamed I was the pilot
Of a ship lost out at sea
And as my eyes filled up with blood
My ears rang with cries of mutiny
Ashes to ashes
Trust to dust
I don’t know what it means
To be blinded by something that you love so much
I think I must be living the dream
I think that I am living the dream
A flock of birds flew from my mouth
And as I fell to my knees
I could hear those hollow bones
All echo back to me
Ashes to ashes
Trust to dust
I don’t know what it means
When you try to hold on to something you can’t touch
I think I must be living the dream
I think that I am living the dream