Lily Dreams On - Cotton Mather

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 x2