Monday, June 6, 2011

Misses Tardis, bring me a dream

Make him the maddest, that I've ever seen
Give him two hearts like drums and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome journeys are over
Tardis, I'm so alone 
Don't have a Doctor to call my own
Please turn on your time travel beam 
Misses Tardis, bring me a dream

I've come to the conclusion that stepping into the Tardis is like dreaming. You'r imagination [insert Spongebob gif which I cannot be bothered to find] is bigger on the inside than it is the outside, and you have all of time and space and existence to visit. And, at the end of the night, you can just come back to where you started.