| I dreamt of god last night
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| Woke up on the side step, in fluorescent light
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| The kerb was kicking in, and I was in full flight
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| Oh yeah, I dreamt of god last night
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| I counted up the years
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| Later scared my face, on all the acid tears
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| The measure of a man, who grades his life by fears
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| Oh yeah, I counted up the years
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| Up on the roof, of a concrete block
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| I tasted it once, I know it don’t stop
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| You’re leaving, you’re leaving, baby don’t speak
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| I lean over the edge
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| And spit in the street
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| I dreamt of god last night
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| Layed out on the red brick, watching satellites
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| Crawl across the sky, and making all things right
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| Oh yeah, I dreamt of god last night
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| I counted up my days
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| The people I’ve betrayed
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| The people I have saved
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| The goodness, and the mercy
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| Followed all my ways
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| Oh yeah, I counted up my days
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| Often I hear, the blood harmonies
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| Come in off the coast, come in on the breeze
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| I’m tired, I’m tired, baby don’t speak
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| My head on the stairs, my feet in the street
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| I dreamt of god last night
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| A father to the orphan of eternal life
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| A love that has no shadow
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| Knows my pain, my plight
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| Oh yeah, I dreamt of god last night |