Recurring Dream

Within myself there are a million things. Spilling over, falling out into a silent stream. Feel the warm wind touch me; hear the waters crashing, see my windows wiping clean, it's my recurring dream. Within myself a secret world returns. Over and over. Where the white flame of desire burns. Feel the warm wind touch me; hear the waters crashing, see my windows wiping clean. It's my recurring dream. Within myself there are a million things. Feel the warm wind touch me. Hear the waters crashing. See my windows wiping clean... it's my recurring dream