and another Dead song

In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me
I Have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me
In the book of love's own dream
Where all the print is blood
Where the pages are my days, and all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me