Something's humming in the walls tonight Like the house is dreaming too Caught a feeling soft as morning air And it's pulling me to you I can feel it start Like a skipping heart Turn me up, I'm coming in clear Every quiet Fear disappears I was humming low, now I'm golden loud Little dream, look at me now (Little dream...) (Look at me now...) (Coming in clear...) I kept a page beneath a stack of bills and broken pens, A little map to somewhere I was scared I'd never get. No grand design, no countdown, no dramatic last goodbye, Just a crooked set of arrows and a sun I drew too high. Then the pipes began to rattle and the floorboards found the beat, Caught myself conducting with a spoon above the sink. Didn't need to ask permission, didn't need to know just how, Funny what you start to hear when you let the whole thing out. What if it's just the start? What if that's enough? I can feel it in the floorboards When the drums pick up. Turn me up, I'm coming in clear Every quiet Fear disappears I was humming low, now I'm golden loud Little dream, look at me now Can you hear me? I think the morning hears me. (Hears me...) (Hears me...) (Ahh—) I thought the room would have to change, The window, the weather, the name on the door. Thought I'd have to be somebody else To ask for a little more. But the kettle kept on boiling, And the laundry filled the chair. Nothing opened like a miracle. I sang it anyway. [INSTRUMENTAL CLIMAX — gospel choir surges into wordless harmonies; brass and organ answer; hard breakbeat returns; extended sample-chopping interplay] (Ahh—ohh...) (Little dream...) (Ahh—ohh...) Turn me up, I'm coming in clear Every quiet Fear disappears I was humming low, now I'm golden loud Little dream, look at me now (Look at me now...) (Little dream...) (Coming in clear...) (Look at me now...) Can you hear me? I think the morning hears me. (Little dream...)
