Strange the god of your name is (?) in two
Shells and silvery scales and torrents of blue
One more pilot [bad word] to swim with the shark
Dreams of bloodiest extremes picks me from their mouth.

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me.

Cold your blood is your soul but blood is the lie
Soul, the hand that you hold before you arrive
You're perfect, you're worth it your friends said
I guess that it's [bad word] 
You mean it
I've seen it
The poets got nothing on you

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me.

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me.

Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream of me.

Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream of me.