I cried last night a flood of tears
At least that’s what I thought
But then again it must have been
A dream of what I aught

I sped last night into your arms
And hid all sorrow there
But then again it must have been
Something not quite so rare

I fought last night my demons here
And tore my innards out
But then again it must have been
Just highly colored doubt

I told last night a tale of woe
And how the world will end
But then again it must have been
Of how we can amend

I woke last night up from a dream
A dream of things to be
But then again it must have been
Of things we’ll never see