Recurring Dream - Crowded House

Within myself

There are a million things

Spilling over

Rushing out into a silent scream

Feel the warm wind touch me

Hear the waters crashing

See my windows, wipe them clean

It’s my recurring dream

Within myself

A secret world returns

Over and over

Where the wild flame of desire burns

Feel the warm wind touch me

Hear the waters crashing

See my windows, wipe them clean

It’s my recurring dream