Songtext von Three Well-Aimed Arrows

I had three dreams last night and one was a vision The other two died in a nocturnal collision One was a lost child and the other a lost friend and I've got too much education to put off analyzing them So pull up the blinds but please bleed the shutters Cut the telephone lines and send a letter to those lovers I emerged from my sleep and I counted my sorrows You were one, two and three You were three well-aimed arrows The photographic image is so perfect it's cold I burn ugly Ansel Adams in the winter to light my stove While the image in the brain is either a missile or a carriage One small impulse can raise a baby or sink the village There's something under the surface that needs a light shone in its eyes If you're securing a secret than you're preparing a lonesome surprise I emerged from my sleep and I counted my sorrows You were one, two and three You were three well-aimed arrows Three well-aimed arrows I had three dreams last night and one was a vision One carried a lantern and the other was dragging a curtain