Letras
I'm only half awake, a sleepy specter with a six shooter smile
Hazy hallucinations cloud up every mile
Of this endless daydream (of charcoal lions)
Visions of unholy creatures still cross my mind; crawling cavalier, observing me oddly
Such satisfying slumbered scenery (my magic blanket woven of nowhere, nothing, and nobody)
Baby, I don't want to ever wake up again
Don't you know a clock is only as good as it's working hands?
Visions of unholy places still cross my mind; nebulous neon lights, towering overhead
Such satisfying sinful scenery (my magic blanket woven of nowhere, nothing, and nobody)
They say life's a gamble, and I've shuffled fated cards in a deck made of illusions
I played away my only hand
I'm only half awake, in this endless daydream of charcoal lions.