I have a recurrent dreamnEverytime I loose my voicenI swallow little glowing lightsnMy mother and son baked for mennAnd during the nightnThey do a trapeze walknUntil they're in the skynRight above my bednnWhile I'm asleepnMy mother and son pour into menWarm glowing oilnInto my wide open throatnnI have a recurrent dreamnEverytime I feel a hoarsenessnI swallow warm glowing lightsnMy mother and son baked for me, ohnnThey make me feel so much betternThey make me feel betternnWe have a recurrent dreamnEverytime we loose our voicesnWe dream swallow little lightsnOur mother and son bake for usnnDuring the nightnThey do a little trapeze walknUntil they're in the skynRight above our headsnWhile we're asleepnMy mother and son pour into usnPour into usnWarm glowing oilnInto our wide open throatsnnI have a recurrent dreamnnThey make me feel betternThey make me feel better