Heirloom

I have a recurring dream Every time I lose my voice I swallow little glowing lights My mother and son baked for me During the night They do a trapeze walk Until they're in the sky Right above my bed While I'm asleep My mother and son pour into me Warm glowing oil Into my wide open throat I have a recurring dream Every time I feel a hoarseness I swallow warm glowing lights My mother and son baked for me, oh They make me feel so much better They make me feel better We have a recurring dream Every time we lose our voices We dream we swallow little lights Our mother and sons bake for us During the night They do a little trapeze walk Until they're in the sky Right above our heads Right above our heads While we're asleep My mother and son pour into us Warm glowing oil Into our wide open throats I have a recurring dream They make me feel better They make me feel better