painted eyelids
Singer:beck
i wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
and the trash bags are your kids
there's a bird sinking' through the sky
and every hour that passes
is teaching me how to cry
the buildings are all vacant
and the telephones are down
there's a police siren singing
like a tiger with no skin
the sewer drain is glowing
and i don't know what state i'm in
there's chemicals and debris
and all the roads are blocked off
cuz they're just too hard to see
so cancel my appointments
and set up a whole new show
cuz i'm in need of a good hot meal
and a life to call my own
so get me a plate of money
and get me a blanket and a chair
the limitations are limitless
they're floating through the air
because it's real and it's true
and there's nothing i wouldn't talk about
you're the clearest dream