I was dreamin' of ships in the evenin' sun.
My tongue on the ocean, made me feel all numb.
There was no sadness, honey nothing was wrong.
Just cotton and velvet you know I need not a song.
Now the poet barks, got a mouth full of stars,
says you better find someone before it's too dark.
Oh, milky flowers under the sun.
We, the king of nowheres, still on the run.
Imaginary heroes, goddamn I'm as lonely as one.
I once was talkin' to the bluebirds. Oh honey where have I gone?