Chapel  Club -Surfacing
Strange  the  god  of  your  name  is  passing  in  two
Shells  and  silvery  scales  and  torrents  of  blue
One  more  pilot  fish  come  to  swim  with  the  sharks
Dreams  of  bloodiest  extremes  picks  me  from  their  mouth
Stars  shining  bright  above  you
Night  breezes  seem  to  whisper "I  love  you"
Bodies  swinging  in  the  sycamore  tree
Dream  a  little  dream  of  me
Cold  your  blood  is  your  soul  but  blood  is  the  lie
Soul  the  hand  that  you  hold  before  you  arrive
You're  perfect  you're  worth  it  your  friends  said
I  guess  that  it's  true
You  mean  it  I've  seen  it  The  poem's  got  nothing  on  you
Stars  shining  bright  above  you
Night  breezes  seem  to  whisper "I  love  you"
Bodies  swinging  in  the  sycamore  tree
Dream  a  little  dream  of  me
Stars  shining  bright  above  you
Night  breezes  seem  to  whisper "I  love  you"
Bodies  swinging  in  the  sycamore  tree
Dream  a  little  dream  of  me
Dream  a  little  dream
Dream  a  little  dream
Dream  a  little  dream  of  me
Dream  a  little  dream
Dream  a  little  dream
Dream  a  little  dream  of  me