Lily I hope you picture me in your dreams Put down your King James Bible You don't need no kings Close you eyes, baby I'll dry mine Echoes through the phone Far from this, Lily dreams on
Think back to fields of Catherine, you used to play I swore I heard you laughing And almost say Pull your marrows down, take away the past And let the past be gone Far from this, Lily dreams on Far from this, Lily dreams on