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Will Cookson Lyrics
"Stickfigure Dreams"

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Had a dream last night
That we were birds and we could fly
Above the bright white clouds
In your felt-tip sky

And the fields far below
Were gold and green as the sun sank low
Behind the zigzag mountains
That you drew in the snow

And we sat on the lollipop trees
Kissed the summer breeze
Blowing from the oceans far away
Painted on the sand
The universe held in your hands
For the first time

If the colours in your pen
Could draw the world anew and then
We could live there as stickpeople
And feel whole again

We'd run into the streams
Swim through our dreams
And we'd sail upon the oceans far away
Build houses on the sand
Made of matchsticks in our hands
For the first time

And I'll meet you in my dreams
Your watercolour scenes
And we'll fly above the houses
Far away
This song is from the album "Ghosts Of The Morning Sun".