Slow Legs In The Dream Songtext
von Dignan Porch

I try to be nice, i′m a disciple of hell
Struck by the sight of a shaven headed girl

I step outside then back into my shell
Looping thoughts begin to unfurl
Yeah
Oh yeah

I feel like a metre stick on the varnished floor
Of an old classroom that is so brown

I'm a dried out plant completely at her mercy
Waiting for a drink for her to nurse me


Slow legs in the dream
Not like a physical being
I don′t know what it means
Just an amalgamation of a lot of things

To the autodrome with the best intentions
Forget all the things i wanted to mention

I'll end up with a few good stories
To recount and bask in former glories
Yeah
Oh yeah

Pulling down the picket fences
Over stimulating the tactile senses

Action stations
Cubes and stars and rings
Saturated to the point of bleed