Dream ringtone on your mobile phone

Blew the dust off a wooden box

And set it on the piano

Nasty words came from its mouth

The bite marks were to follow

I should have given it away

Now I never dream

Wide awake for much too long

My eyes glued to the table

Tried to feign authority

But sadly wasn't able

And then it threw me to the floor

I never dream

They say I'm late by half a century

He died in 1943

I can't just leave

(He smells it when I'm gone)

So I just take it in my sleep

The road is going'

Me: 'Ask for her another day'

The spade's up your sleeve

There's sweat on your brow

And I will be damned

If I let you back into this town

December 17th, 1955 - Broken

Seven hours passed on your floor

Seven hours isn't that long

Seven hours isn't