The Vulgar Mistake of Dreaming

Come up, come up

Let us show you the attic

Easy now, mind the dust

Mind the dust everywhere

Stand up, stand up

Tall now, look around now

There’s a box of old books

Too fragile to read through

Those cobwebs in the corner

The prior owner’s condition

Gaps in the insulation

A real character builder

Now step over here

There’s something to see

Look down, look down

Yes, that hole at your feet

You see? Sleeping soundly?

Not knowing you’re up here

And oh! how you’ve wondered

And held your suspicions

How easy we’ve made it

For you to never stop watching

Never stop, never stop

Who’s she dreaming of now?

The Vulgar Mistake of Dreaming