A beautiful conscious of the (In another land Where the breeze and the trees and flowers were blue I stood and held your hand And the grass grew high and the feathers floated by I stood and held your hand And nobody else's hand will ever do Nobody else will do Then I awoke Was this some kind of joke Much to my surprise I opened my eyes We walked across the sand And the sea and the sky and the castles were blue I stood and held your hand And the spray flew high and the feathers floated by I stood and held your hand And nobody else's hand will ever do Nobody else will do Then I awoke Was this some kind of joke Much to my surprise When I opened my eyes We heard the trumpets blow And the sky turned red when I accidently said That I didn't know how I came to be here Not fast asleep in bed I stood and held your hand And nobody else's hand will ever do Nobody else's hand Then I awoke Was this some kind of joke I opened my eyes Much to my surprise:1.3), by (Ed Emshwiller and Mike Winkelmann:0.8), (Sfumato and oil:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting