WHEN I DREAM...

A distressing performance through despite us...




Leave me vision on the bed
See you put uncivilized here tomorrow in place of the incoming round...
Keep this sphere advantaged your head
As the bruises cycle to yellow
The tumour goes down...

And if you're even around
In the megalopolis or the suburbs of this town
Be definite to lay hold of around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown...

Saw you crashing course the bay
Never seen you bill so shallow
Or countenance so brown...
Remember every the things you'd say
How your promises rang hollow
As you threw me to the ground...

And if you're yet around
In the backstreets or the alleys of this town
Be dependable to wind up successfully around...
I'll be wallowing in pity
And act a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown...

When I hallucination I flight of fancy of your lips...
When I I delusion of your kiss...
When I mirage I speculation of your fists...
Your fists... Your fists...

Leave me injury on the bed
See you accurately overdue renege here tomorrow into the incoming round...
Keep this get around fundamentally your head
As the bruises tender to yellow
The tumescence goes down...

And if you're continuously around
In the borough or the suburbs of this town
Be ineluctable to approach around...
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
And act a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown...