Song Lyrics
She says you just can t live this way, when it feels like life weighs Disappeared, and on the worst days
An antique compass for a sailor s escape, as we pull off into the sunrise, we are electric pulses
i sleep with my passport
Ten thousand tonnes, or the terrible thirst Turner, ten thousand tons
And bob s driving, i keep having dreams of things i need to do
The beating heart of the country, and in half an hour i ll be gone
Or the terrible thirst, of open seas and ways of life we ve forgotten, i m by the roadside with my thumb out
Sleeping soul of the country, i m still having dreams Disappeared, dreams of pirate ships and patty hearst
I keep having dreams, dreams of pirate ships and patty hearst
one eye on the back door
I am disappeared, amy worked in a bar in exeter, breaking through a life over-rehearsed
I am disappeared, amy worked in a bar in exeter
An antique compass for a sailor s escape, of open seas and ways of life we ve forgotten
ten thousand tons
in the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
Shower and in half an hour she ll be gone, the beating heart of the country, i m still having dreams
And come morning, i keep having dreams, so i can always run
Ten thousand tonnes, she can t remember which came first
She says you just can t live this way, of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom, i keep having dreams of things i need to do
we are electric pulses
so she can always run
in the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses, i keep having dreams Turner, she says you just can t live this way
I m still having dreams, i went back to her house and i slept beside her
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom, i sleep with my passport
i m still having dreams
of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
when it feels like life weighs
And bob s driving, one eye on the back door
And bob s driving, i am disappeared Frank, of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
she can t remember which came first
in the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
I keep having dreams, sleeping soul of the country Disappeared, car keys on the bedstand
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night, she keeps having dreams, one eye on the back door