Fall in, You can see it through my eyes And hear it when I'm wide awake. My eyes mostly stay shut when I sing, Just like when I'm asleep. I have dreams about things I will make, And plans I never do. In sleep, I'll record these songs in my head. Drum-sets taller than a house, Bass amps knocking over trees, Lowbots with five or six tape decks in them, For making tapes. Things change when I wake up, I see things how they are. I don't have a body made of tape, Or headphones attached to my head. These songs help me trick myself And pretend I'm made of sound.