Keep the Nightmares Out
She played the clown, the carpenter, the nurse and the witch
A woman who felt every bump and scratched every itch
With her ear close to her soul, she listened hard and long
Her sickness stifled all the joy that she had known
The daisies thanked her for her admiration innocent and white
But picket fences couldn't keep the nightmares out
Her eyes full of terrible confessions and mouth stained by an old kiss
But still, Anne skipped around in post poetical bliss
She said that love was like a cough and you just can't conceal it
But lost in her mind without a map she could not feel it
Writers are phoneys who don't live by their own insights
But when your life goes backwards it's hard to keep up the fight
The daisies thanked her for her admiration innocent and white
But picket fences couldn't keep the nightmares out
Her eyes full of terrible confessions and mouth stained by an old kiss
But still, Anne skipped around in post poetical bliss
The trouble with life is that people are strangers
And the joy that isn't shared dies young
She was the crazy one who thought words reach people
But then she left the engine on
A woman who felt every bump and scratched every itch
With her ear close to her soul, she listened hard and long
Her sickness stifled all the joy that she had known
The daisies thanked her for her admiration innocent and white
But picket fences couldn't keep the nightmares out
Her eyes full of terrible confessions and mouth stained by an old kiss
But still, Anne skipped around in post poetical bliss
She said that love was like a cough and you just can't conceal it
But lost in her mind without a map she could not feel it
Writers are phoneys who don't live by their own insights
But when your life goes backwards it's hard to keep up the fight
The daisies thanked her for her admiration innocent and white
But picket fences couldn't keep the nightmares out
Her eyes full of terrible confessions and mouth stained by an old kiss
But still, Anne skipped around in post poetical bliss
The trouble with life is that people are strangers
And the joy that isn't shared dies young
She was the crazy one who thought words reach people
But then she left the engine on
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Peacock
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