transmissions from the water-tower - dreaming of riverstage Lyrics

Almost heaven -
Grade eleven!
I wake at 6am, and I
Am on the train again.

I found my true love -
The one I dream of.
She sleeps inside a padded tomb
Inside a dusty practice room.
A practice room

And I when I get home
I lay my weary bones upon
My bed and sleep
But I'm not counting sheep,
I'm dreaming of somewhere grand
My guitar is in my hands, I'm dreaming of riverstage
I'm dreaming of riverstage
I'm dreaming of riverstage

The streets of Melbourne!
The tales we tell them.
We walk as children of the night,
Bewildered from our early flight,

My sweetest friends, I
Cannot explain my
Sudden love that's bloomed.
Let's get our instruments in tune!

And I when I get home
I lay my weary bones upon
My bed and sleep
But I'm not counting sheep,
I'm dreaming of somewhere grand
My guitar is in my hands, I'm dreaming of riverstage
I'm dreaming of riverstage
I'm dreaming of riverstage

I found a way to turn my greatest weakness into strength
A force inside my body that no hardship can remove
I need no fight, I need no weapons, no coiled up defence
We all will move as one inside the groove.

And I when I get home
I lay my weary bones upon
My bed and sleep
But I'm not counting sheep,
I'm dreaming of somewhere grand
My guitar is in my hands, I'm dreaming of riverstage
I'm dreaming of riverstage
I'm dreaming of riverstage