My Teeth Are Falling Out in My Dreams Songtext
von The Parlor

I want you to know
How much you′re asking of me
There's a tiny
Microscopic piece of your eyeball
You′re looking through
Oh did you know
How microscopic it views?
This time
The cactus is rubbing me on the wrong side
My eyes fill up with its spines
Sandpaper kisses
Toilet paper eyes


Let go of your microscope
Get on with your life
Sinking submarines
Embattled beauty queens
My teeth are falling out in my dreams
Shoot me with your bullet nectarine
Chase me through my cherry tree dreams...
My teeth are falling out in my dreams
My teeth are falling out in my dreams
My teeth are falling out
My teeth are falling out
My teeth are falling out in my dreams