cradled in the arms of a dream, i sit on my bed and sing. tonight has given a new soul to the grave. i've screamed and crowed, but it won't let go. what if i try all my life, and i still can't get it right? plug the same three songs from twenty years ago. when the morning comes to find me by the window, my breathing will be the only sound, and hope will be the world revolving. hope i'm not enjoying this wrong.