Attics of My Life
The Grateful Dead
Words by Robert Hunter
     In the attics of my life
     Full of cloudy dreams unreal
     Full of tastes no tongue can know
     And lights no eye can see
     When there was no ear to hear
     You sang to me

     I have spent my life
     Seeking all that's still unsung
     Bent my ear to hear the tune
     And closed my eyes to see
     When there were no strings to play
     You played to me

     In the book of love's own dream
     Where all the print is blood
     Where all the pages are my days
     And all my lights grow old
     When I had no wings to fly
     You flew to me

     to me

     In the secret space of dreams
     Where I dreaming lay amazed
     When the secrets all are told
     And the petals all unfold
     When there was no dream of mine
     You dreamed of me

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