mott the hoople
long red
drifting through my mind
dream here
dreamin' there
two pieces all the time
bright red
yeah
wisdom's in my dreams
bits and pieces in my arms
ain't always what it seems
am i gonna find a way
when you gonna name the day
you have changed me too
stranger now it seems somehow
my bread has turned to glue
tears and shades of grey
i found you i vouch
forever for today