i'll be you're whatever you want

i'll build a house inside of you, i'll go in through the mouth

i am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream

**praise the lord for the antique paper fair!"

now i'm overcome, by the light of day

oh the rogue, the red red rogue

(aka the blue lady ghost of moss beach. that tricky tricky ghost.)

if you were to fill the ocean, i would drink it dry