Shut Up I Am Dreaming
Album - 2 maggio 2006 - Debaser id 311158

One, two, three...

Bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum
Bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum
Bum-ba-da-dum, Ba-duh-dum

They took his kids
He was right
They took his ears
They took his eyes
They said a ride is never free
He couldn't hear, he couldn't see

Well, there are things that have to die
So other things can stay alive
The fire burns, it burns to give
It has to burn alive to live

The other men spoke low;
They took a vote and said no
They turned around real slow
Where did they go, where did they go?

And the question, oh the question
Can the kid keep his eyes
If the fire doesn't die, say no
Say no
Say, "You don't know what king we serve, boy,
Oh you don't know what things we employ!"

The other men spoke low
They took a vote and said no
They turned around real slow
Where did they go, where did they go?

Bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum
Bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum, bum-ba-da-dum
Bum-ba-da-dum, Ba-duh-dum

And the question, oh the question
Can the kid keep his eyes?
If the fire doesn't die
Can the kid keep his eyes?
And the question, oh the question
Can the kid keep his eyes?
If the fire doesn't die
I said, be careful what you wish for
Oh be careful what you wish for
And be careful 'round the fire tonight
And be careful 'round the bright, bright lights
'Cause the fire never dies so the kid lost his eyes
Oh, that's how it goes, baby,
That's how it goes, baby,
That's how it goes, baby,
That's how it goes.

Maybe an ocean is found in the lake
Maybe exceptions to this could be made
But I’m swimming Lord, just to be saved

She always loved him, but not in the way
The way she’s supposed to, but she never claimed to
But she’s swimming Lord, just to be saved

Young lovers gathering ’round
They hold their hands on Sundays
Sundays they get down on the ground
They’ll get down on the ground for you

I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams… but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you…

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old
He’s getting old, he’s getting old
And the water is cold

Bum, bum ba-da dum…

I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams… but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you…

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old…

Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again
The dust you kick up is too fine

Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again
The dust you kick up is too fine