After staring at the wall I dreamt you were in a car I was sitting in the passenger seat you were driving It was the first time we had met I finally had a vessel in which To house the qualities I'd heard about you What do you think of me? Oh, I have had this dream before Even when I am awake You were never in a car Your hair was blue the first time Do you really want to fear The light that took a light from here It's hard to want to see What do you think of me?