Lyrics




Another foggy night in Old Town
Cruising the back street pubs with a friend or two
I guess we were laughing how we might head to those bottled times
When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you
Sometimes they ask me why I don't sit with you
I guess they'll never understand
I don't need to have my heart broken another time
Or to have to shake your useless wasted hands
So tell me what do you dream about
How do you shut it all out
How do you live with yourself now
I hope that she's really happy now
Now she's got her cake and she went and ate it too
Yeah heads down out on 47 Poison Street
With all the ghosts just sitting there with you
Beethoven he was a deaf man and Jesus Christ was a Jew
But of all the little twists of irony my favourite one is you
And if our eyes ever meet for more than just one second
Then if you weren't already there I would tell you to go to hell
But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you
It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself
So tell me what do you dream about
How do you shut it all out
How do you live with yourself now
What do you dream about
How the hell do you shut it all out
What do you feel about it now



Writer(s): Robert Heaton, Justin Sullivan Copyright: Intersong Music Ltd, Attack-attack-music



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