Cotton Mather Lily Dreams On

Lily I hope you picture me in your dreams
Put down your King James Bible
You don't need no kings

Close you eyes
Baby, I'll dry mine
Echoes through the phone

Far from this
Lily dreams on

Think back to fields of Catherine
You used to play
I swore I heard you laughing
And almost say "Pull your morals down, take away the past, and let the past be gone"

Far from this
Lily dreams on

Far from this
Lily dreams on