Текст песни BAD DREAM CATCHER - Shahmen

Bad dream catcher, bad dream, bad dream catcher
Bad dream catcher catcher
Bad dream catcher, bad dream, bad dream catcher
Bad dream catcher catcher
I'm here to catch all your bad dreams, the last king
Defeat his people in his kingdom and his sad face
For every alley cat and taxi that pass me
I catch nine lives before the Reaper catch me
The crow with the black wings flapping
Flown into the everlasting
I found the patterns in my bad swings
It's my obsession with the sad things
Like when lovers leave and killers meet
My soul is whole but it's incomplete
There's so much more that I want from me
I'm still daydreaming I'm asleep on a distant beach
On a hammock as it swings between two palm trees
'Til the calm breeze brew and bloom into a monsoon
Shahmen was all me now it's all you
Knives out for the spider webs you fall through
Paint the town with every name that they call you
Chewing diamonds in the rough to sharpen up my dark tooth
Stop following fools who clearly lost too
How many devils does it take before it's God's proof
Snatch a bottle of wine and turn it all juice
Bad dream catcher catcher
Bad dream catcher, bad dream, bad dream catcher
Bad dream catcher catcher
Bad dream catcher, bad dream, bad dream catcher
Bad dream catcher catcher
Bad dream catcher, bad dream, bad dream catcher
Bad dream catcher catcher
Bad dream catcher, bad dream, bad dream catcher
I'm here to tear up those nightmares, the rightful heir
Defeat his pack if you hunting what all we might share
[?] there if life's gon' fight fair as light glare
Now it's darkness to a nocturnal sight sphere
The wolf with the bright stare, quite clear
Running through the woods of [?]
For every horror that I find there
I found a forest in my mind's weird
Like when upside down is inside out
My spirit drowsy 'cause it's been around
Get it so much more to think about
Up at night steaming Imma walk distant while I blow in this boat
Counting stars every cricket's and toad's croak
In the distance,
Blow out another circle of smoke as my finger
Pokes through to remember the chains that I broke
And all of the chains that it took
I'll commit you to the Bad Dream Catcher, we ain't shook
And no monster under our bed nor none of what you have said
No monster under our bed, none of what you have said