Under My Breath - Roddy Woomble

If you could choose your surname by the colour of the sky

wrap yourself in clothes there’s a hundred years

and they’re running out your eyes

and turning into rain, into words, into phrases

the sentences that become an excuse

so we can wake up where we choose

I’m dreaming a dream like I am innocent

I dream like I am innocent

I dream like I am innocent to dream

and possibly the bigggest problem

we have here on the earth is that every night

when the sun goes down and stars come out

and it’s the endless possibility of a dark sky

and its questions that make us realise

what we could never be or what always could be

I’m dreaming a dream like I am innocent

I dream like I am innocent

I dream like I am innocent to dream