E / B / A / E / B
With life just begun, the sleeping new son.
As eyes that go back in his head.
It flutters and dies, he slows down his heart.
And pictures a world past his bed.
F#m / B
It's hard to believe.
As I watch you breath.
My mind drifts away.
E / B
When you dream.
What do you dream about.
When you dream.
What do you dream about.
F#m / A / E / B
Do you dream about music or mathematics.
or planets to far the eye.
Do you dream about jesus or quantem mecanics.
or angels that sing lullabys.
E / B / A / E / B
His phontenel pulses with lives that he's lived.
With memories he'll learn to ignore.
And when it is closed, he already knows.
He's forgoten all he knew before.
F#m / B
But when sleep sets in.
History begins.
But the future will win.
E / B
When you dream.
What do you dream about.
When you dream.
What do you dream about.
F#m / A / E / B
Are they coloured or black and white.
Yhidish or English, or languages not yet concieved.
Are they silent or boisteroius, do you hear noises.
Just loud enough to be foreseen.
Do you hear delshannons runaway playing on transistor radio waves.
With so little experience, your mind not yet cognisen.
Are you wise beyond your few days.
E / B
When you dream.
What do you dream about.
When you dream.
What do you dream about.
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