Don’t you feel so very pointless in the feelin’ of the rain
and the violence of the sun?
I must confess that I feel graciously bigger than the rain
and hotter than the sun
What do you do, what do you say
when the blood you’ve spilled is of your loved one
And the kremlins of the world fall all around you?

We deal in dreams
We deal in dreams
We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts

Oh fearful crying people
The fool is by the river, watching but not swimming
It takes energy not to get used to it
and fall into this place
Where everything runs together and dies
This quiet kingdom, she is now
and forever will she be
in silent celebration

We deal in dreams
We deal in dreams
We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts