From Papillion to a dirty sea
What does he believe in when life's a dream
From a sound upstairs cascading sleep
Where does he fall then the wind retreats
Succinct, obscene we walk these streets
Whilst overhead the flies get in.
Don't know why but still I try
I don't believe the dreams we had have died
But I think it's time
We cast our lots on an early morning breeze
Said our goodbyes and our wait-and-sees
Offered up details and memories
And left our tears to swallow up the seas
Succinct, obscene we walk these streets
Whilst overhead the flies get in.
Don't know why but still I try
I don't believe the dreams we had have died
But I think it's time
Gunboat Diplomacy - The Death of Dreams Lyrics
Gunboat Diplomacy - The Death of Dreams Lyrics
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From Papillion to a dirty sea
What does he believe in when life's a dream
From a sound upstairs cascading sleep
Where does he fall then the wind retreats
Succinct, obscene we walk these streets
Whilst overhead the flies get in.
Don't know why but still I try
I don't believe the dreams we had have died
But I think it's time
We cast our lots on an early morning breeze
Said our goodbyes and our wait-and-sees
Offered up details and memories
And left our tears to swallow up the seas
Succinct, obscene we walk these streets
Whilst overhead the flies get in.
Don't know why but still I try
I don't believe the dreams we had have died
But I think it's time
What does he believe in when life's a dream
From a sound upstairs cascading sleep
Where does he fall then the wind retreats
Succinct, obscene we walk these streets
Whilst overhead the flies get in.
Don't know why but still I try
I don't believe the dreams we had have died
But I think it's time
We cast our lots on an early morning breeze
Said our goodbyes and our wait-and-sees
Offered up details and memories
And left our tears to swallow up the seas
Succinct, obscene we walk these streets
Whilst overhead the flies get in.
Don't know why but still I try
I don't believe the dreams we had have died
But I think it's time
Writer: Gunboat Diplomacy
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