Horticulture - The Dream, Pt. 1 Lyrics

As a seven-year-old boy,
Asleep alone in bed at night,
Reading books, reading books,
I heard you over the radio, you said,
'Slow down, son, you're getting old,
And you're all alone',
And each day and night and evening I just thought of you,
I knew you were out there somewhere,
How could I know? I wasn't sure,
Then one night I dreamt I turned into a bird of prey,
Yeah a bird of prey,
And I flew across the Atlantic, I could see through his eyes,
He lent me them,
Over islands, sea, wind and rain,
I felt so cold I yearned to die,
But then I heard your voice,
Like a siren clear as day, you sang,
'Hello my sky,
Hello my life,
Hello my bird of prey'