Tytuł: Summer teeth

• Wykonawca: Wilco
• Wyświetleń: 255

Like a cloud his fingers explode
   On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
   His hearts in a bowl behind the bank
   And every evening when he get home
   To make his supper and eat it alone
   His black shirt cries
   While his shoes get cold
  
   It's just a dream he keeps having
   And it doesnt seem to mean anything
   And it doesnt seem to mean anything
  
   One summer, a suicide
   Another autumn, a travelers guide
   He hits snooze twice before he dies
   And every evening when he get home
   To make his supper and eat it alone
   His black shirt cries
   While his shoes get cold
  
   It's just a dream he keeps having
   And it doesnt seem to mean anything
   It's just a dream he keeps having
  
   He feels lucky to have you here
   In his kitchen, in your chair
   Sometimes he forgets that youre even there
  
   It's just a dream he keeps having
   And it doesnt seem to mean anything
   It's just a dream he keeps having
   It's just a dream
   And it doesnt seem to mean anything