Amapola del 66

After the rain, the birds washed away your tiredness from yesterday
Society of stolen faces, they peel away your skin
Sow poems of dreams from yesterday that transcend the self
Old glass capturing my journey, it doesn’t decide the end

It’s not a reissue, it’s redemption
Stand up, man of dreams
The rains keep coming, from an ancient no, but the time is now
Wicker trains of the dream of rock, of that innocence

Everything is alive despite the pain, if you smile at me
Rivers of strings coming from you straight to my heart

It’s not a reissue, it’s redemption
Stand up, man of dreams
After so much wandering, I fell into myself
A universe waiting for me
There’s no ghost or desperation
Now I know you’re there

Poppy of '66, what body are you in today?
A soul travels to the Sun, to the Sun

The rains keep coming, from an ancient no, but the time is now
Wicker trains of the dream of rock, of that innocence

Everything is alive despite the pain, if you smile at me
Rivers of strings coming from you straight to my heart

It’s not a reissue, it’s redemption
Stand up, man of dreams
Man of dreams