Richard Thompson

It was cruel of you to stand
At my door and take my hand
Like a drowning man I clung to my defenses
And ten years is a time
but your looks, love, it's a crime
And I lost myself in the tangle of your fences
And I never was to know
That I'd come to miss you so
But time winds down
And I turned my back long ago
But I still dream
Oh darling I still dream
I still dream
Lord knows I still dream
On the killing floor I stand
With a stun-gun in my hand
Like a cowboy shooting bad men on the range
And nothing satisfies
And the soul inside me dies
As I duck each punch and never risk the change
And now you look at me
With that same old used-to-be
But time winds down
And I turned my back long ago
But I still dream
Darling I still dream
And now you look at me
With that same old used-to-be
But time winds down
And I turned my back long ago
But I still dream
Oh darling I still dream
I still dream
Lord knows I still dream
I still dream
Darling I still dream