1770

I dreamed I watched you walk away

I dreamed of you on the plane

And every night since

Only now is it starting to fade

But it goes hard into that far horizon

Horizon...

Wisen up old son

There's nothing to be done

Endless conversation

Insatiable need for patience

That you did not possess

Unless I made good on all the rest

And I understand that I won't understand

Dreams weren't meant to be deciphered by human hands

I'm tired of dreaming of you

And waking thousands of miles away

Chasing you through old streets

For that last word

Ignoring the signs in 1770

Pushing on towards victory or death

Til my last penny

Or my last breath

I don't know what that proves

I guess that my soul still kicks

That my body still moves

And I understand that I won't understand

Dreams weren't meant to be deciphered by human hands

A robot

A near-kiss

A chase without end

A menthol smoke from an Oslo friend

A wetness

A wedding

A searchlight on the water

A bell-tower

A street crowd

Always almost caught her

A dropped purse bearing your name

Huddled words in the in-private shade of the shrub

A rhapsodic shove

It all makes as much sense as the collapse of love

And I understand that I won't understand

Dreams weren't meant to be deciphered by human hands

And I understand that I won't understand

Dreams weren't meant to be deciphered by human hands