There are only so many ways you can dream
And most of them are with your eyes closed
And most of them are alone
But i could close mine and dream for you
If you would only let me
But only at night
Only when i am sure you cannot see me
Because your eyes are closed
Because you are alone
Because you are dreaming of me dreaming only for you
In which a long-time record collector decides which albums to keep and which to cull, supplemented by other commentary
