I Flu Into Narcolepsy
Wide awake
Wide awake inside my own thoughts
Dreamin' of chasin' dead dreams, here lost at sea, do you see me
Witherin'
Witherin' just like a paper boat
Lungs full of water from wounds that were soldered, I'm scathing
But throughout my days I'm dreaming all the time
My brain: Amnesia, forever blind
From the rusty weight that hangs in my esophagus
Dissociate; there's just no stopping this
A cabaret, locks me away, they keep breaking down my doors
Tortured in
Tortured in a fortnight
In a fathomless grave, it's just you and me babe, do you hear me
Oh, In a cell
In a cell I'll sing it louder
No promises here, just you and me dear, can you teach me (teach me how to live)
Well I'm tripping over mouthfuls as I'm thinking of one-liners
I'm a better man now babe, let's put the past behind us
Let's escape my darling, my love is bound to turn to lust
The escapade is out there, venture forth we must
A cabaret, locks me away, they keep breaking down my doors
But wolves don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep
And lambs don't rush into the mouth of a sleeping wolf
Where is my innocence, in a sense it's dead
Wide awake inside my own thoughts
Dreamin' of chasin' dead dreams, here lost at sea, do you see me
Witherin'
Witherin' just like a paper boat
Lungs full of water from wounds that were soldered, I'm scathing
But throughout my days I'm dreaming all the time
My brain: Amnesia, forever blind
From the rusty weight that hangs in my esophagus
Dissociate; there's just no stopping this
A cabaret, locks me away, they keep breaking down my doors
Tortured in
Tortured in a fortnight
In a fathomless grave, it's just you and me babe, do you hear me
Oh, In a cell
In a cell I'll sing it louder
No promises here, just you and me dear, can you teach me (teach me how to live)
Well I'm tripping over mouthfuls as I'm thinking of one-liners
I'm a better man now babe, let's put the past behind us
Let's escape my darling, my love is bound to turn to lust
The escapade is out there, venture forth we must
A cabaret, locks me away, they keep breaking down my doors
But wolves don't lose sleep over the opinions of sheep
And lambs don't rush into the mouth of a sleeping wolf
Where is my innocence, in a sense it's dead
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Writer(s): Michael Shaw
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