Attics Of My Life - Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia)

       
In the attics 

         
of my life, fu

           
ll of cloudy d

        
reams unreal.
        
Full of tastes

         
 no tongue can

           
 know, and lig

            
hts no eye can

 
 see.
          
When there was

        
 no ear to hea

              
r, you sang to

 
 me.
         
I have spent m

           
y life seeking

           
 all that's st

    
ill unsung.
      
Bent my ear to

          
 hear the tune

           
, and closed m

         
y eyes to see.
          
When there wer

           
e no strings t

           
o play, you pl

            
ayed to me.
            
In the book of

             
 love's own dr

         
eam, 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

           
, you flew to 

    
me.
           
In the secret 

          
space of dream

            
s, where I dre

         
aming lay amaz

ed.
      
When the secre

          
ts all are tol

            
d, and the pet

      
als all unfold

.
         
When there was

         
 no dream of m

             
ine, you dream

           
ed of me.