The brief moment between daydreaming and revolution 
is called love 
i built a house there 
and got lost wandering 
Chet Baker played in the background 
(and in between, i yearned for a mouthful of your love) 
i revolted 
rebelled 
reclaimed the skin where your hands caressed my chest 
so that in between daydreaming and love 
could become a revolution 
i saw the sun 
a garden grew 
sea glass 
and sand 
(and in between, i marched for a palmful of your love) 
i sang a song 
kissed a friend on the cheek 
danced to Chet Baker this time 
learned how in between love and revolution 
was inevitable daydreaming 
was a free Palestine 
was you 
(and in between, i looked out my window and wrote a poem heartful of your love) 
i wake at dawn 
with guns and roses under my pillow 
and eyes wide open 
ready to fi(love)gh(daydream)t