The Ghost Of Paul Revere - Vivid Dream lyrics
[The Ghost Of Paul Revere - Vivid Dream lyrics]
The color bleeds through centuries
It seems we never had enough
A vivid dream of heirloom seeds
Covered by the dust kicked up
The growth it goes, and comes again
With verdant variances of green
The paper white in your machine
And a thousand lines in between
It's a mystery, it's the depths
It's the dark
It's a riddle as a reason for it all
So write your fiction as you want it heard
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words
That you use
The patterned pleats, bend at the seams
The threads of time changing their mind
I think you saved us in all the chaos
Capturing the colors with mine
It's a mystery, it's the depths
It's the dark
It's a riddle as a reason for it all
So write your fiction as you want it heard
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words
That you use
A new morning, an open canvas
A gift for remembering right
I place mine with yours
And I'll see you when the sun hit's the ice
It's a mystery, it's the depths
It's the dark
It's a riddle as a reason for it all
It's a mystery at the end
What we know
Who we are
What's in your heart
Or in your hand
Could hold us
Through it all
So write your fiction as you want it heard
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words
It seems we never had enough
A vivid dream of heirloom seeds
Covered by the dust kicked up
The growth it goes, and comes again
With verdant variances of green
The paper white in your machine
And a thousand lines in between
It's a mystery, it's the depths
It's the dark
It's a riddle as a reason for it all
So write your fiction as you want it heard
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words
That you use
The patterned pleats, bend at the seams
The threads of time changing their mind
I think you saved us in all the chaos
Capturing the colors with mine
It's a mystery, it's the depths
It's the dark
It's a riddle as a reason for it all
So write your fiction as you want it heard
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words
That you use
A new morning, an open canvas
A gift for remembering right
I place mine with yours
And I'll see you when the sun hit's the ice
It's a mystery, it's the depths
It's the dark
It's a riddle as a reason for it all
It's a mystery at the end
What we know
Who we are
What's in your heart
Or in your hand
Could hold us
Through it all
So write your fiction as you want it heard
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words
Yeah I hope my name is one of the words