At times we fall out of our dreams
Or noise slows them down it seems
They toss ideas
Throw ideas they think we’ll need
We find our sleep and when we reach
We gather things we knew we’d teach
We got the idea now
Got the good idea now
No more stuttering, we speak
At times too contained by the glass
Seasons’ rolled up windows, noise can’t pass
We spring ideas
Spring the ideas now
Ideas they will need
No more stuttering, we speak
Toss ideas they think we’ll need
Contain ourselves so when we send
We don’t lose things we cannot bend
We got the good idea now
Got the good idea now
Ideas they can’t see
Toss ideas they think we’ll need