Das Lächeln der Leere

N°37

Such small Hands
La Dispute

I think, I saw you in my sleep, darling.
I think, I saw you in my dreams you were
Sitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn't keep
I think I saw you in my dreams.

I thought, I heard the door open,oh no
I thought, I heard the door open
but I only heard it close.

I thought, I heard a plane crashing, but now I think,
It was your passion snapping.

I think you saw me confronting my fear, it went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and They
crawl in your head through you ear.

I think, I saw you in my sleep, lover.
I think, I saw you in my dreams you were
Sitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn't keep.
I think, I saw you in my dreams.