Dreaming Songtext
von Scroobius Pip

I′m dreaming
I'm dreaming
I′m dreaming
I'm dreaming


She was like Venus De Milo only with a better smile though
Triple lip piercing lit the fuse that made my mind blow
Bright red lips to jet black hair
Holding her composure like she's really unaware
That she′s drawing all of my attention with her movements
No matter how hard I look I see no room for improvement
Low slung jeans made my mind begin to wander
Revealing just enough thought, man she′s gonna take me under
So what's my game plan? You know I really ain′t got one
So many ships sail past in the night I'm yet to spot one
I just float on by, with a flotsam and jetsam
But it′s gotta be better than the pain of rejection
It's the one thing in my life that I just keep repeating
As I approach a pretty girl I feel my brain retreating
Will I leave the situation with dignity in keeping
Or fall flat on my face like Buster Keaton
But wait! There′s one thing that might break the trend
Out the corner of my eye I see a mutual friend
I'm like "How's it going Ben, remember me from way back when?
Well maybe we could talk and you could introduce me to your friend
And maybe if you recommend me, maybe if she then befriends me
Maybe I will meet a girl that understands and comprehends me"

Ah, but maybe not
Maybe just a
I′m dreaming
I′m dreaming
I'm dreaming
I′m dreaming


Like Martin Luther King I had a dream
But mine involved you and a tub of whipped cream
Wait I apologise, it ain't like me to be crude
That was a momentary lapse, a little interlude
It′s just hard sometimes, making every line have meaning
When I turn on the TV and see the gold chains gleaming
Maybe I should buckle, and spout commercial shit
But it's the fact that I don′t that makes me scrupulous pissed
So back to the story, now two months down the line
The introduction went well and we shared all our time
We'd opened up and even shared the deepest of truths
She hadn't cried in weeks, I′d stopped looking for escape routes
Then bang, as expected, cracks did appear
And the kind of cracks that grow with paranoia and fear
Was it the theories in my head or the fairies in my bed
That made it scary when she said she sometimes wished she was dead?
Whatever it was, there seemed so little I could do
I could help her, but in the end she′d have to help herself too
Over time I stopped whispering sweet nothings in her ears
And just watched them same glistening sweet nothings in her tears
And the more I watched the more it confirmed my fears
That even in dreams right and wrong's never clear

I′m dreaming
I'm dreaming
I′m dreaming
I'm dreaming

I′m dreaming of a blank chequebook
All signed and loaded up with dough
I'd buy all the studios in sight
And then all my production would be tight