Water Transfer from Number Thousand by ddb

I am waiting for a dream
I am counting up the sheep
till I sleep

A dream is witness to a world
birds of flight feathered and twirled
eyes of pearl

I went walking down the trail.
with me I took an empty pail.
tooth and nail

The clouds were hovering above
Pressures low like losing love
speaking of

I arrived upon the stream
Water deep and blue and clean
everything

I dipped in the pail I had
until the top was flush with it
just a tad

Pulling out a pail of blue
not knowing where it was going to
not a clue

Traveling is pure inside
Keeping us out from demise
I'm alive

Arriving on a second stream
I poured out my water dream
transfering

Mixing waters from afar
never knowing why they are
what they are

• Experimental
• experimental
• indie pop
• percussion
• pop
• Bakersfield