Strange the god of your name is Piscean too 
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 
 [bad word] 
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 
sold 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 
 [bad word] X 2 

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