I slept for twelve hours, dreamed of a new car
The radio had motor racing, news
And live football, all entering my ear
Like wriggly worms, perhaps seeking my views
But though they shook me, it was just no use
I drifted back and forth upon a sea
Almost as though I was delirious
Whatever was said just couldn’t reach me
Instead I was knee-deep in fantasy
Maybe resting’s the best thing to be, far
From places, faces, crisis and issues
Nice and easy, just like eternity
That really does exist somewhere out there
Slowly fermenting, now lighting our fuse
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