Blew the dust off a wooden box
And set it on the piano
Nasty words came from its mouth
The bite marks were to follow
I should have given it away
Now I never dream
Wide awake for much too long
My eyes glued to the table
Tried to feign authority
But sadly wasn't able
And then it threw me to the floor
I never dream
They say I'm late by half a century
He died in 1943
I can't just leave
(He smells it when I'm gone)
So I just take it in my sleep
The road is goingâ?¦
Me: â??Ask for her another dayâ??
The spade's up your sleeve
There's sweat on your brow
And I will be damned
If I let you back into this town
December 17th, 1955 - Broken
Seven hours passed on your floor
Seven hours isn't that long
Seven hours isn't
The Vincent Black Shadow - Dream Lyrics
The Vincent Black Shadow - Dream Lyrics
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Blew the dust off a wooden box
And set it on the piano
Nasty words came from its mouth
The bite marks were to follow
I should have given it away
Now I never dream
Wide awake for much too long
My eyes glued to the table
Tried to feign authority
But sadly wasn't able
And then it threw me to the floor
I never dream
They say I'm late by half a century
He died in 1943
I can't just leave
(He smells it when I'm gone)
So I just take it in my sleep
The road is goingâ?¦
Me: â??Ask for her another dayâ??
The spade's up your sleeve
There's sweat on your brow
And I will be damned
If I let you back into this town
December 17th, 1955 - Broken
Seven hours passed on your floor
Seven hours isn't that long
Seven hours isn't
And set it on the piano
Nasty words came from its mouth
The bite marks were to follow
I should have given it away
Now I never dream
Wide awake for much too long
My eyes glued to the table
Tried to feign authority
But sadly wasn't able
And then it threw me to the floor
I never dream
They say I'm late by half a century
He died in 1943
I can't just leave
(He smells it when I'm gone)
So I just take it in my sleep
The road is goingâ?¦
Me: â??Ask for her another dayâ??
The spade's up your sleeve
There's sweat on your brow
And I will be damned
If I let you back into this town
December 17th, 1955 - Broken
Seven hours passed on your floor
Seven hours isn't that long
Seven hours isn't
Writer: Francis Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management