In the quiet right before dawn golden sands open my unconscious eye
In a place where it’s not impossible to fly
In a place where I kind of feel sky-high
Morpheus’s music room where my unconscious brain creates
A bass line rises first and softly resonates
Cymbals bring the dream alive as I hear them vibrate
As the whole thing starts to pulse and swing
Within the dream she begins to softly sing
And the music rises soft as hummingbird wings
Deep in Morpheus’s music room the dream begins to shine
Inside that hidden chamber every note arrives in time
The walls begin to shimmer as the sound comes alive
And from the hush of sleep itself the music starts to rise
Morpheus’s music room opens up behind my eyes
Where silence turns to rhythm and the dark begins to fly
A hidden band is forming in the corners of my mind
And every dreamful heartbeat leaves the waking world behind
Inside Morpheus’s music room my unconscious comes alive
And the room keeps breathing without a care
A heartbeat of time hanging soft in the air
The air itself hums the dark turns to sound
And from that glow figures form and are found
I shape a singer a guitarist a woman with grace
Playing a baby grand in this invisible space
I'm not just watching I'm making them rise
The dreamer and dream the viewer and eyes
I teach them the song but they teach me too
The teacher and student the old and the new
In this place things are not as they seem
In here everyone calls me Dream
I'm Morpheus in my own dreams shaping the band
The creator and created the pulse and the sand
I'm the teacher and student the song and the hand
Playing music for me to learn who I am
Everything flows like a jam on the spot
Nature itself in the rhythm it's got
I'm the percussion player dreaming the whole thing
The silence and note the string and the wing
Each member's a mirror each note's a reflection
My dream is my lesson my music's my question
I'm Morpheus inside this dream where the band is born
Creating for myself while the dream teaches me who I am
Everything is so easy everything is so free
Like the colors of the rainbow flowing from me
In sleep I'm a god in day I'm a human
In this place things are not as they seem
In here everyone calls me Dream
In here everyone calls me Dream
And thing are not as they seem
As I wake and wipe away the sand
Trying to remember the note she played on her baby grand
I try to write the song from dreamland
But every note slips through my hand
The Sandman’s golden sands
As I wake and wipe away the sand
Trying to remember the note she played on her baby grand
I try to write the song from dreamland
But every note slips through my hand
The Sandman’s golden sand slips from my hand
It opens realms where dream and dreamer blend
Through magical dust the astral planes unfold
And in that sleep my mind becomes the whole
The sand wakes worlds that waking can’t hold
As I wake from dreaming this jazzy rocking roll
Thinking about the Morpheus of my dream
As I try to remember what the musical dream means