I put them all on hold
I wrote your name in bold
Then I hung up the phone
Then I hit the studio
Poems at Vesuvio's
My Vesuvio
I dreamt a loathsome dream
It sunk to the bottom of me
The world started to end
But you weren't here with me
So tonight in the hours I'll be dreaming of home
There's a killer outside in a city full of cinder
It's a pity to be tender on a night like this
We get carried away by a day so calloused
In the waking hours
We live inside a dream
In the witching hours
We love inside a shadow
I put them all on hold
I wrote your name in bold
Then I hung up the phone
Then I hit the studio
Poems at Vesuvio's
My Vesuvio
I can feel me slipping away
Everyone that I used to be
I can feel me slipping away
Everyone that I used to be
I can feel me slipping away
I can feel me slipping away
Everyone that I used to be
Everyone that I used to be
Everyone that I used to
In the waking hours (I can feel me slipping away)
We live inside a dream (Everyone that I used to be, everyone that I used to)
In the witching hours (I can feel me slipping away)
We love inside a shadow
In the waking hours (I can feel me slipping away)
We live inside a dream (Everyone that I used to be, everyone that I used to)
In the witching hours (I can feel me slipping away)
We love inside a shadow (I can feel me slipping away)
Everyone that I used to be
Everyone that I used to
I can feel me slipping away