Letras
That day that I say I woke up to find a heap of a mess
I wake up that day with a shock
Not knowing if I've been asleep for moments, minutes, or millennia
I look around
All the plants have withered and died
Dishes piled in the sink
They are withered and dried
Even the glass in the window panes is withered and beflied
And that terrible dream
The terrible thing that I did in that dream
The thing that woke me up
I ask myself
Did I do that terrible thing only in my dream?
Or is the dream simply a tawdry bit of self-deception
Wherein I dream that I only did the terrible thing that I did
In a dream?
What part of the dream is true?
What part of the truth is a dream?
I throw out the coffee to drink the soup
And I run 'cause I have to know
And I run 'cause I have to know
I launch myself like a jet pilot ejecting himself
From a doomed corkscrew into the far earth below
I throw myself through the door
I fall down the hall
I tumble through the steps
Tumble through the steps
Round the corner, stumbling and flailing
Fumes and exhaust
Black and fluid smoke billowing
Running for the bus I call
Hold that bus call, happiness
Hold that bus call, happiness
And that terrible dream
The terrible thing I did in that dream
The thing that woke me up
I ask myself
Did I do that terrible thing only in my dream?
Or is the dream simply a tawdry bit of self-deception
Wherein I dream that I only did the terrible thing that I did
In a dream?
In a dream?
In a dream?
What part of the dream is true?
What part of the truth is a dream?
What part of the dream is true?
What part of the truth is a dream?
What part of the dream is true?
What part of the truth is a dream?