The Confessions of Dr. Dream, Part One: Irreversible Neural Damage

If you wear this silver bonnet
I will sew my heart upon it
For this bonnet makes you seem like
Someone I have never known
I won't wear your silver bonnet
Not unless some clothes put on it
Can't take a thing back home
I am empty of my own, my own

Tell me something distant sister
If I found my dream and kiss her
Would this vision of perfection
Change into my own reflection
You are what I am escapes me
Every changing image shapes me
What I hear is what I yearn for
Things are what I let it burn for

In her cradle we have rottеn
Tended by our drеaming doctor
Now she bathes in scheming beauty
For some prince to do his duty