In my book of dreams [X3] 
 
I took your urgent whisper 
Stole the arc of a white wing 
Rode like foam on the river of pity 
Turned its tide to strength 
Healed the hole that ripped in living 
 
In my book of dreams [X3] 
 
The spine is bound to last a life 
Tough enough to take the pounding 
Pages made of days of open hand 
 
In my book of dreams [X3] 
 
Number every page in silver 
Underline in magic marker 
Take the name of every prisoner 
Yours is there my word of honor 
 
I took your urgent whisper 
Stole the arc of a white wing 
Rode like foam on the river of pity 
Healed the hole that ripped in living 
 
In my book of dreams [X3]