he talks dream-speak in the speak easy pub on lygon street doesn’t speak easy in front of crowds always looking down at his new brown shoes oh no he’s pulling on his sleeve again oh no he’s pulling on his sleeve again thin blue line between love and hate thin silk veil between hat and dove i pull the dove right from the hat and give it to him just like that he need only ask me stay a while i used to dream along the nile right back when dreams were hard and life spoke harder he talks dream-speak and i speak-dreamer