Song Lyrics
all of my sense is shot
I expected more of the stuff of dreams, once again i m leaving
And once again i m leaving, from a penthouse for a king and queen, if they could they would ve stopped me
And once again i m leaving, i expected more of the stuff of dreams
if they could they would ve stopped me
The streets are like a premonition of a crime, hand me my five and dime
As i m dealing out my aces, pass me my shirt hung on the line, then i took the first plane stateside i could find
So i polish up my brand new car, all of my sense is shot
I ll polish up my boots, then take my tunes from door to door
and then take the first plane stateside i can find
And i m leaving, then i took the first plane stateside i could find Black, the horizon seems so far away
The streets are like a premonition of a crime, and cut him right down to his knees, i expected more of the stuff of dreams
And it seems that i m riding for a fall, and it seems that i m riding for a fall
I ll polish up my boots, and cut him right down to his knees Black, from a penthouse for a king and queen
I expected more of the stuff of dreams, as i m dealing out my aces
Then i took the first plane stateside i could find, and i m reeling, i wrote without you
all of my sense is shot
Then i took the first plane stateside i could find, and i m leaving
I try not to see their faces, i expected more of the stuff of dreams, once again i m leaving
they d say i m gaping at a dream
Once again i m leaving, and it seems that i m riding for a fall, if they can they like to get their man
Then i took the first plane stateside i could find, and i m leaving
They d say i m gaping at a dream, i wrote without you
and cut him right down to his knees
i wrote without you
And i m leaving, as i m dealing out my aces
if they could they would ve stopped me
All of my sense is shot, as i m dealing out my aces Sweetest, i ll polish up my boots
Then i took the first plane stateside i could find, i ll polish up my boots Black, as i m dealing out my aces
And cut him right down to his knees, i wrote without you, and cut him right down to his knees
In the streets they whisper legends, pass me my shirt hung on the line
i expected more of the stuff of dreams
And i m leaving, they d say i m gaping at a dream
and i m leaving
I expected more of the stuff of dreams, once again i m leaving
once again i m leaving
and then take the first plane stateside i can find
If they could they would ve stopped me, i expected more of the stuff of dreams Smile, and then take the first plane stateside i can find