A Slow Methodic Life
I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
And days move rapidly from day to night, and back again from dark to light.
And eternity at these speeds would only be a burden, hey, oh.
And I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
Washing, now, washing away this life like sands in high tide, high tide.
Washing away this life like sands in high tide, high.
I'm just trying to sleep.
A slow methodic life.
I'm just trying to sleep.
And I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
Washing, now, washing away this life like sands in high tide, high tide.
Washing away this life like sands in high tide, high.
I'm just trying to sleep.
A slow methodic life.
I'm trying to sleep, oh.
Now, who would have guessed that this life would be the death of me?
Who would have guessed that this life would be the death of me?
Oh, who would have guessed that this life would be the death of me?
Oh, and I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
Washing, now, washing away this life like sands in high tide, high tide.
Washing away this life like sands in high tide, high.
I'm just trying to sleep.
A slow methodic life.
I'm just trying to sleep.
Oh, a slow methodic life.
I'm just trying to sleep, oh.
I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
And days move rapidly from day to night, and back again from dark to light.
And eternity at these speeds would only be a burden, hey, oh.
And I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
Washing, now, washing away this life like sands in high tide, high tide.
Washing away this life like sands in high tide, high.
I'm just trying to sleep.
A slow methodic life.
I'm just trying to sleep.
And I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
Washing, now, washing away this life like sands in high tide, high tide.
Washing away this life like sands in high tide, high.
I'm just trying to sleep.
A slow methodic life.
I'm trying to sleep, oh.
Now, who would have guessed that this life would be the death of me?
Who would have guessed that this life would be the death of me?
Oh, who would have guessed that this life would be the death of me?
Oh, and I've been dreamin' of something more concrete.
Washing, now, washing away this life like sands in high tide, high tide.
Washing away this life like sands in high tide, high.
I'm just trying to sleep.
A slow methodic life.
I'm just trying to sleep.
Oh, a slow methodic life.
I'm just trying to sleep, oh.
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