Dreams in colour (DAVID FONSECA)

"I dream in colours
I drift in circles
The falling angels
The popping bubbles

I dream in numbers
And I count them backwards
And I see you waiting
At the zero hours

The exploding pumpkins
The dying flowers
The bloodshed turns to
Songs
Buildings
Towers

So I’ll sit on your wall
If I get there first
I’ll drown in this love
I’ll never wake up"