I had a dream last night
I was oh so thin
Speckled with technicolor scabs that shone like the northern lights
And painted a map of all my misdeeds across my chest
I was drinking from a stream laced with tiny granite
That jangled about my insides
Broken clock, gently ticking
I was coughing up blood in the dark, but no one believed me
How can you prove you're dying when you can't find the light
And everyone's an expert on another's condition
I thought you were there
Holding in all my bits and pieces
But I didn't know if it was you
Or even if bits and pieces were falling out of me
It was then that I knew that I was dreaming
So I gave up on the dream
And suddenly, all the scabs burnt their crimson fire
The lights came on
George Jone's 115th Dream Video (MV)
Performed By: The Parasocials
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Alex Mansfield, Ed West, Rob James, George Jones, Tom Williams
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English
I had a dream last night
I was oh so thin
Speckled with technicolor scabs that shone like the northern lights
And painted a map of all my misdeeds across my chest
I was drinking from a stream laced with tiny granite
That jangled about my insides
Broken clock, gently ticking
I was coughing up blood in the dark, but no one believed me
How can you prove you're dying when you can't find the light
And everyone's an expert on another's condition
I thought you were there
Holding in all my bits and pieces
But I didn't know if it was you
Or even if bits and pieces were falling out of me
It was then that I knew that I was dreaming
So I gave up on the dream
And suddenly, all the scabs burnt their crimson fire
The lights came on
I was oh so thin
Speckled with technicolor scabs that shone like the northern lights
And painted a map of all my misdeeds across my chest
I was drinking from a stream laced with tiny granite
That jangled about my insides
Broken clock, gently ticking
I was coughing up blood in the dark, but no one believed me
How can you prove you're dying when you can't find the light
And everyone's an expert on another's condition
I thought you were there
Holding in all my bits and pieces
But I didn't know if it was you
Or even if bits and pieces were falling out of me
It was then that I knew that I was dreaming
So I gave up on the dream
And suddenly, all the scabs burnt their crimson fire
The lights came on
Writer: Alex Mansfield, Ed West, Rob James, George Jones, Tom Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid