Last night I dreamed I died and that my life had

been rearranged into some kind of theme park.

And all my friends were walking up and down the boardwalk.

And my dead grandmother was selling

cotton candy out of a little shack.

And there was this big ferris wheel

about half a mile out in the ocean,

half in and half out of water.

And all my old boyfriends were on it.

With their new girlfriends.

And the boys were waving and shouting

and the girls were saying Eeek.



Then they disappeared under the surface of the water

and when they came up again they were laughing

and gasping for breath.



In this dream I'm on a tightrope

and I'm tipping back and forth trying to keep my balance.

And below me are all my relatives

and if I fall I'll crush them.

This long thin line. This song line. This shout.



The only thing that binds me to the turning world below

and all the people and noise and sounds and shouts.

This tightrope made of sound

This long thin line made of my own blood.

Remember me is all I ask.

And if remembered be a task forget me.



Remember me is all I ask.

And if remembered be a task forget me.

This long thin line. This long thin line.

This long thin line. This tightrope.



Remember me is all I ask.

And if remembered be a task forget me.

This long thin line. This long thin line.

This long thin line. This tightrope