[verse 1] He came from the mist with a shell full of stars, A wanderin' beast with a heart full of scars, No one believed what the elders had told— That he stitches your dreams in the threads of the cold. [pre-chorus] Maps on his back, riddles in tow, Walkin' through night where the dead flowers grow, He hums ancient songs no one's heard in a while— Like a snail with a plan and a crocodile's smile. [chorus] Ohhh, Dreamweaving Tortoise, where do you roam? Spinnin’ the cosmos, then leavin’ it home, Whispers and shadows all follow your trail— In lands where the logic is doomed to derail. [verse 2] He met a blind witch who could see through the lies, They played chess with the moon under liquified skies. A goblin gave riddles, a sphinx gave a shrug, He just blinked real slow and stepped over a bug. [bridge] He dreams of a tower with doors made of sand, A harp made of lightning, a soup made of land, He’s not fast, but he’s patient—oh god, he’s so slow— But he’s dreamt every ending you’ll never quite know. [chorus] Ohhh, Dreamweaving Tortoise, what do you seek? In a world made of feathers and frogs that speak Greek? You walk with a purpose so vague and immense— You make nonsense feel like it suddenly makes sense. [verse 3] He once kissed a princess who turned into smoke, Then danced with a robot who dreamed it was broke. He jousted a walrus, he tamed a mute bear, He lost all his shoes but still didn't care. [pre-chorus] His dreams are your dreams, but filtered through jam, A surreal buffet with regret and some ham. He’s the tortoise of legends, of whispers, of tea— Of weird midnight questions like “what if I’m me?” [final chorus] Ohhh, Dreamweaving Tortoise, your tale’s just begun, You outran the hare and then lapped the sun, The stars call you brother, the void sings your name— A shelled little god in a nonsensical game. [outro] So sleep now, dear sleeper, and dream without fear, The tortoise is weaving, and slowly draws near…
