Tinseltown swimming in blood Tinsel ribbons dancing in the rain Flowers on the skyline, hey how was the wine? What comes round's going round again Towers coming up for air I couldn't see, I was blind Off in the corner, doing poet's work That's alright for now It was just a dream of your blue eyes Tinseltown dripping in blood Tinsel women dancing in the wind Dead flowers on the skyline Hey how was the wine, baby? What comes round is going round again Now let me tell you about the dream: I had no feeling, I had no past I was the arctic, I was the vast Spaces without reprieve I was a dreamer Watch me leave