Garage

A man awoke from a dream in which he lived
And never died
Lay me down on his bed of hearing sound
It's how I feel
It's the place where I like to meet his soul
All the time

It's a tale that is best told from the garage
With half-smoked cigarettes and boring talks
It's right down division, across the street
Just a tune in your head as you walk to the beat

Staring at the ceiling, I hope for it all
To come down on me
Spend an hour, no maybe two, no three, easily
Tell me that our lives are meaningless
If you say, then it is

It's a tale that is best told from the garage
With half-smoked cigarettes and boring talks
It's right down division, across the street
Just a tune in your head as you walk to the beat

Tell me where, tell me when
All the stories you have ever told
Tell me where, tell me when
All the stories you have ever told

It's a tale that is best told from the garage
With half-smoked cigarettes and boring talks
It's right down division, across the street
Just a tune in your head as you walk to the beat



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Laprise
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