Sanoja: Roddy Woomble. Under My Breath.

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 sentances that become an experience
So we can wake up where we choose.
I'm dreaming a dream, but I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent, to dream

And possibly the biggest problem we have here,
On the earth is that every night, when the sun
goes down, and stars come out.
It's the endless possibility of a dark sky.
It's questions make us realise, what we could never be, or what we always could be, I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent, to dream

I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent, to dream...

I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent, to dream

I'm dreaming a dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent,
I dream, I, I am innocent, to dream


(Thanks to Tom for these lyrics)