Dream

I had a dream about Martin Luther King I had so many dreams when I slept last night My friend up on the hill He was covered in tattoos He's been working for his dad He's been working for his father Forest had an injury But I had no time for inquiry Cause I was building all our houses On the tops of the trees When an underwater melancholy Brought me to my knees I had a dream I lived in a magazine When all of my pages started to ignite Can you paint with all the colors On the tops of the trees I had a dream I was waitressing And all of my salads turned to jelly pies