Thieving Dreams

I wish I could see

That there's no wrong

Just the right place you can be

And have a song

Where you tell me

You simply can't go on

Unless we

Have coffee in bed

Morse code kisses of red

It's what plays in my head

I'm thieving dreams for ya

Let's dance along to the Doors

Let's read Keats on the floor

It's what plays in my head

I'm thieving dreams for ya

I wish I could see

You more frequently

Than just in those dreams

Or in a silver crusted LP

That lives on a shelves I rarely clean

And after midnights in the pool

And fire escapes howlin' at the ruby blood moon

Tend to excuse and wish for daydream

Vinyl personality

Let's have coffee in bed

Morse code kisses of red

It's what plays in my head

I'm thieving dreams for ya

Let's dance along to the Doors

Let's read Keats on the floor

It's what plays in my head

I'm thieving dreams for ya

Nonfictional options have told me

There's no love beyond poetry

Tendency to daydream might dilute my thought and my feelings for all

These romantics

Let's have coffee in bed

Morse code kisses of red

It's what plays in my head

I'm thieving dreams for ya

Let's dance along to the Doors

Let's read Keats on the floor

It's what plays in my head

I'm thieving dreams for ya

(Ahh, Ahh

Ahh, Ahh)