作词 : Bob Dylan 作曲 : Bob Dylan I was thinking of a series of dreams Where nothing comes up to the top Everything stays down where it's wounded And comes to a permanent stop Wasn't thinking of anything specific Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams Nothing truly very scientific Just thinking of a series of dreams Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't making any great connections Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes Nothing that would pass inspection I was just thinking of a series of dreams Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holding Unless they are from another world In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was running, and in another All I seemed to be doing was climb Wasn't looking for any special assistance And not going to any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Was just thinking of a series of dreams Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holding Unless they are from another world I'd already gone the distance Just thinking of a series of dreams Just thinking of a series of dreams Just thinking of a series of dreams
作词 : Bob Dylan 作曲 : Bob Dylan I was thinking of a series of dreams Where nothing comes up to the top Everything stays down where it's wounded And comes to a permanent stop Wasn't thinking of anything specific Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams Nothing truly very scientific Just thinking of a series of dreams Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't making any great connections Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes Nothing that would pass inspection I was just thinking of a series of dreams Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holding Unless they are from another world In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was running, and in another All I seemed to be doing was climb Wasn't looking for any special assistance And not going to any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Was just thinking of a series of dreams Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holding Unless they are from another world I'd already gone the distance Just thinking of a series of dreams Just thinking of a series of dreams Just thinking of a series of dreams
