Under My Breath (Roddy Woomble)

If you could choose your surname by the colour of the sky wrap yourself in clothes there's a hundred years and they're running out your eyes and turning into rain, into words, into phrases the sentences that become an excuse so we can wake up where we choose I'm dreaming a dream like I am innocent I dream like I am innocent I dream like I am innocent to dream and possibly the bigggest problem we have here on the earth is that every night when the sun goes down and stars come out and it's the endless possibility of a dark sky and its questions that make us realise what we could never be or what always could be I'm dreaming a dream like I am innocent I dream like I am innocent I dream like I am innocent to dream