Scott Matthews Daydreamer
Wake up in your fantasy
Where the clouds are lined with a fallacy
You revel in your world far away
One that's dipped in sunset
Sugared to your taste, so fine
She's got her head stuck in a magazine
Full of posers who escape reality
It passes time and unloads her mind
A distraction from the things that make her cry
Let's hope she wakes up soon
'Cause there's no room for daydreamers anymore
Black coffee stirs your reverie
Another daydream swirls unsteadily
As the people all around you start to sway
When the drink's so fine you begin to lose the taste inside
'Cause it passes time drowning his mind
A distraction from the things that bleed him dry
Let's hope they wake up soon
`Cause there's no room for daydreamers
When you sleep walk on the sand
And the time slips through your hand
"I don't want to wake up
I'm happy as I am"
But smell the roses
Their scent will survive the fire
