Somnambulist

You sing songs in your sleep
every night for a week,
how could this happen?
We're only thirteen.

You write songs in your sleep,
love songs about me.
You're gonna be the next big thing.
How could this happen?
You're only thirteen.

You sing songs as you dream
that's what goes through your head,
when everything's dark,
everything's dead.

You sing songs in your sleep,
and you preach to me,
all songs on the tape have a
reoccuring reason (theme)
Still, you want them to sound
half-way decent (free)

You write songs in your sleep
about beautiful things.
Your eyes: closed, as your fingers go
down onto guitar strings.

You sing songs in your sleep
at the kitchen table.
You sing songs about me,
what you want to keep,
who you'll always see.

You sing songs in your sleep,
on the pillow where you weep,
you sing that we're a team,
darling, I agree.

You dream songs in your sleep
about yellowbirds and queen bees
about LSD and mescaline.
About ripened citrus and lime trees.