Dean's 7th Dream Songtext
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Dean's 7th Dream Songtext
We watched a film, as far as I could tell
Every frame was a living hell.
And so we fell like shadows down a well, a hard rain in a soft cell
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie
The boy came to me, whispering low
Hung his letter jacket over the window
I fell in love with that bare bulb′s glow
While he broke everything everywhere I let him go
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie... don't die
If I could surf the black tide, that′s drowning me from the inside
I'd stagger away, with a streetwalker's pride
But I′m on Rockaway Beach, floating with the hollow men
Falling through the days again
Falling through the days again
I have seen my King, in these broken hours
When all the holes unfold like flowers
You can pray for peace from atop the tower
But on the stairs there′s nothing to pray for but power
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie... don't die
If I could surf the black tide, that′s drowning me from the inside
I'd stagger away, with a streetwalker′s pride
But I'm on Rockaway Beach, floating with the hollow men
Falling through the days again
Falling through the days again
NEON traces the outline of a body on the floor
And I can′t come, And I can't go... home anymore
On each pale page, I've left a bruise
Because I′d given them everything but my blues
You can bet your life, But you can′t choose
You can't choose how to lose.
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie... don′t try
If I could surf the black tide, that's drowning me from the inside
I′d stagger away, with a streetwalker's pride
But I′m on Rockaway Beach, floating with the hollow men
Falling through the days again
Falling through the days again
I think that we're dreaming
I think that we're all dreaming
And when it′s time to wake up, time to wake up, time to wake up
When it′s time to wake up, how will we know?
And when it's time to wake up, time to wake up, time to wake up
When it′s time to wake up, how will we know?
How will we know?
How will we know?
How little swans?
How? How?
Every frame was a living hell.
And so we fell like shadows down a well, a hard rain in a soft cell
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie
The boy came to me, whispering low
Hung his letter jacket over the window
I fell in love with that bare bulb′s glow
While he broke everything everywhere I let him go
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie... don't die
If I could surf the black tide, that′s drowning me from the inside
I'd stagger away, with a streetwalker's pride
But I′m on Rockaway Beach, floating with the hollow men
Falling through the days again
Falling through the days again
I have seen my King, in these broken hours
When all the holes unfold like flowers
You can pray for peace from atop the tower
But on the stairs there′s nothing to pray for but power
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie... don't die
If I could surf the black tide, that′s drowning me from the inside
I'd stagger away, with a streetwalker′s pride
But I'm on Rockaway Beach, floating with the hollow men
Falling through the days again
Falling through the days again
NEON traces the outline of a body on the floor
And I can′t come, And I can't go... home anymore
On each pale page, I've left a bruise
Because I′d given them everything but my blues
You can bet your life, But you can′t choose
You can't choose how to lose.
Lie-la-lie... la-lie... la lie... lie la lie... don′t try
If I could surf the black tide, that's drowning me from the inside
I′d stagger away, with a streetwalker's pride
But I′m on Rockaway Beach, floating with the hollow men
Falling through the days again
Falling through the days again
I think that we're dreaming
I think that we're all dreaming
And when it′s time to wake up, time to wake up, time to wake up
When it′s time to wake up, how will we know?
And when it's time to wake up, time to wake up, time to wake up
When it′s time to wake up, how will we know?
How will we know?
How will we know?
How little swans?
How? How?
Writer(s): Kurt Brondo, Michael Giacalone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com