For Fear of Dreams (2022)

 

Moon Crash

I will sit with you

Underneath this moon

Underneath these stars

No one here will care

Clean up all these shelves

Clear out all my cells

Drink enough water today

To pretend like I am okay

I had a dream about this night

But in my dream the moon crashed down

Falling into the street outside

And rocking out all this sound

I can wait under this

And walk in weather tonight

Talk to people once again

And crush my hands to clean this state

I feel I'm still alive

So I cross my fingers here tonight

We walk uphill and in the air

To clean this up and make it right

I had a dream about this night

But in my dream the moon crashed down

Falling into the street outside

And rocking out all this sound

I had a dream about this night

But in my dream the moon crashed down

Falling into the street outside

And rocking out all this sound

Build a House

I want to live inside of you

Build a house, build a house

I want to sit inside your mind

Build you thoughts, build you thoughts

Need to find a way to talk

With your mouth, with your mouth

Want to be the man outside

Build a house, build a house

And if you start to clean my head

I’ll picture you without a mess

If you want to buy a chair

I’ll sit with you and eat a pear

And if you need to stop this bus

I’ll stop with you and call a cab

And if you need to build a house

I’ll watch your back and sing with you

(Instrumental Break)

And if you start to clean my head

I’ll picture you without a mess

If you want to buy a chair

I’ll sit with you and eat a pear

And if you need to stop this bus

I’ll stop with you and call a cab

And if you need to build a house

I’ll watch your back and sing with you

Build a house, build a house

Build you thoughts, build you thoughts

With your mouth, with your mouth

Build a house, build a house

Frances

Note: The lyrics for this track are adapted from the poem "Frances" by Charlotte Brontë.

She will not sleep for fear of dreams

Rising with her restless bed

And walks where sunbeams cloud in weight

Of moonlight through the hollow shed

Not long she stayed where misty moon

And shimmering stars could long her look

But through the garden archway soon

Past strange and gloomy paths she took

To solitude and to the night

Some words she now in murmurs said

And trickling through her fingers white

Some tears of misery she shed

God help me in my grievous need

God help me in my inward pain

Which cannot ask for pity’s meed

Which has no license to complain

Which must be borne yet who can bear

Outward days a constant weight

The yoke of absolute despair

A suffering holy desolate

Who can forever crush the heart

Restrain its throbbing curb its light

Disassemble truth with ceaseless art

With outward calm as inward strife

She will not sleep for fear of dreams

She will not sleep for fear of dreams