Paroles de Dream

Blew the dust off a wooden box
And set it on the piano
Nasty words came from its mouth
The bite marks were to follow
I should have given it away
Now i never dream
Wide awake for much too long
My eyes glued to the table
Tried to feign authority
But sadly wasn't able
And then it threw me to the floor
I never dream
They say i'm late by half a century
He died in 1943
I can't just leave
(he smells it when i'm gone)
So i just take it in my sleep
The road is going...
Me: "ask for her another day"
The spade's up your sleeve
There's sweat on your brow
And i will be damned
If i let you back into this town
December 17th, 1955 - broken
Seven hours passed on your floor
Seven hours isn't that long
Seven hours isn't