Album: The World According To Gob
painted murder on the wall footsteps coming down the hall to the window
through the blinds tun away
but i still hear the footsteps closing in again this time the plane
is going down double over get ready i’m allergic
to the light and the darkness brings me fright through the peephouse
i saw the suicial neighbours they turned the doorknob
came in again someone sleeping in my bed closed my eyes
and i had a dream inside a dream i woke so many times
i don’t know if i’m awake jam the forceps in my eyes keep them open
through the night listen to grating voice the night speaks
it says «hey"to morning «it's great to meet again.
out of bed you sleephead»
i had a dream inside a dream i woke so many times
i don’t know if i’m awake