Or So I Dreamed - Bruce Peninsula

A night of fitful dreaming
The day in such a way beyond believing
Uphill along no path at all with a nature hard to bear
A good man turned bad, badder than the baddest man
And his fullness fears unrelief and relief
Now he’s doing double time for drawing blood and keeping love alive in grief
Oh, marvel at the sight and the sound
Of a love that grew up boarded up straight out of the ground
Or so it seemed
Had a dream in which my garden overgrew my house one year
Put my faith in evolution ’cause it said nothing is pure
Took a broken window man in abandoned house embrace
And lay there in a reminiscent seizure of a long forgotten place
And it seemed that the sight and the sound
Like an avalanche of memory would have us digging up when up was down
Oh, marvel at this fight that I’ve found
For a love that grew up boarded up straight out of the ground
Or so I dreamed
An image like a dying word
A memory like a dying fire
The sun rising on your resting place
Shines on me like a friendly liar
An image like a dying word
A memory like a dying fire
The sun rising where you lay