Things you told to me. They play back in my head. You showed me myself. In the words you said. . And I could not believe you. Your qualities unique. And I was enchanted by the way.
Drag myself from my bed. Around twenty past six. Get my kids up, make breakfast. One egg, two toast, three Weetabix. . And as I sit down I look up. And you're standing in the doorway, sun at your back.
Sometimes I don't say the right things to make you love me even more than you do.. Though I try, I just can't apologize for all the things I'm putting you through.
Your two eyes, they speak to me. Special treats and delicacies. In your velvet corridors. Sticky walls and sugar floors. . Your fingers, they speak to me.
They'll be making sure you stay amused. They'll fill you up with drugs and booze. Maybe you'll make the evenin' news. . And when you're trippin' over your dreams.
They'll be making sure you stay amused. They'll fill you up with drugs and booze. Maybe you'll make the evenin' news. . And when you're trippin' over your dreams.
Life is but a dream. Life is but a dream. Life is but a dream. Life is but a dream. . Life is but a dream in a greater scheme. Wakin' up is hard to do.
Ice, I'm moving your mental feet. In complex dances and jigs. I loosen up your consciousness. Like a cyrical fix. . It's time to emerge from camouflage, leaves, and twigs.
[Part I]. . Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker. I stay focused but not blinkered. And these snapshot memories in my mind. Legacies from another time.
Hanging about in the sun with. Prozac Annie and the Schizo alcoholics. The sharp edged shadows and these mad electronics. The barbecue's burning with the moon ray sensations.
Well, how many times. Have we rowed and thrown tantrums?. And how many times have we loaded. And cocked the hammers on our verbal guns?. . And how many times has crockery and cutlery.
Morning light don't scratch my eyes. Just let me wash up on a shore. I used to have the strangest dreams. But they don't come here anymore. . My duvet's laid out like an atlas.
Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June. He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon. And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise.
I said lo, lo and behold. I just wanna know why I'm so cold. And I hope I learn before I get old. How I can burn when I feel so co, oh, oh, old. . I've been inside for days.
This is for every life story, every detail. Ex-dotcom millionaires with shitty jobs in retail. Every ingrown toenail, pile of junk mail. Drivin' test drive fail, vain search for the Holy Grail.
Don't take me for a fool. Because I'm not the foolish kind. Well, if you had a sledge hammer. You still couldn't break my mind. . Well, if I'm honest with myself baby.
It's hard sometimes trying to be a geezer. A good bloke. Five pints down the local pub. Laughing at a filthy joke. And sleeping around. Just so that you can brag about it.
You just got, got what it takes. Got that X factor. I suppose I have. . I met a girl at a party. She said she liked Technotronic. I said, Are you for real?.
Sometimes I don't say the right things. To make you love me even more than you do. Though I try, I just can't apologize. For all the things I'm puttin' you through.
I'm not a young man anymore. But I've got the face of a nineteen year old. Probably be a dad soon, sitting in my front room. With my kids, play doe mold.