His hearts in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a travelers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
In his kitchen, in your chair
It's just a dream he keeps having
Sometimes he forgets that you're even there
He feels lucky to have you here
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
Like a cloud his fingers explode His hearts in a bowl behind the bank And every evening when he get home To make his supper and eat it alone On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold It's just a dream he keeps having And it doesn't seem to mean anything And it doesn't seem to mean anything One summer, a suicide Another autumn, a travelers guide He hits snooze twice before he dies And every evening when he get home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold It's just a dream he keeps having It's just a dream he keeps having And it doesn't seem to mean anything In his kitchen, in your chair It's just a dream he keeps having Sometimes he forgets that you're even there He feels lucky to have you here And it doesn't seem to mean anything It's just a dream It's just a dream he keeps having And it doesn't seem to mean anything Explain Request ×
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