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cover me with dreams
all over, all over
the way you used to
cover me with things
the way
you're not supposed to
because i'm still not convinced
it makes any sense
and i'm not prepared to get scared
just because of it
and the dreams come anyway
whatever i do
i try to sleep, i weep in
my dirty shirt and jeans
well, i'm supposed to
just cover me with dreams
to make it seem
like i'm sleeping
and whisper things
like you used to
like you used to
like you used to
cover me with dreams
all over, all over
the way you used to
cover me with things
the way
you're not supposed to
because i'm still not convinced
it makes any sense
and i'm not prepared to get scared
just because of it
and the dreams come anyway
whatever i do
i try to sleep, i weep in
my dirty shirt and jeans
well, i'm supposed to
just cover me with dreams
to make it seem
like i'm sleeping
and whisper things
like you used to
like you used to
like you used to
2 comments:
that would make a great song!
I agree. It seems it was written to be one.
You've written some stirring poems/lyrics recently - though they make me sad as much as I can appreciate the beauty of the words. A shame there's no way of posting whatever chords your have in your head for them.
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