I Am Disappeared

Album: England Keep My Bones (2011)
Play Video
  • I keep having dreams
    Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
    Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
    Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
    Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
    I keep having dreams

    Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
    I went back to her house and I slept beside her
    She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
    Terrified of her own insides
    Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
    Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
    She can't remember which came first
    The house, the home, or the terrible thirst
    She keeps having dreams

    And on the worst days
    When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
    She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
    So she can always run
    She can get up, shower, and in half an hour she'll be gone

    I keep having dreams of things I need to do
    And waking up and not following through
    But it feels like I haven't slept at all
    When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
    Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
    An antique compass for a sailor's escape
    She says you just can't live this way
    And I close my eyes and I never say
    I'm still having dreams

    And on the worst days
    When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
    I sleep with my passport
    One eye on the back door
    So I can always run
    I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I'll be gone

    And come morning
    I am disappeared
    Just an imprint on the bedsheets
    I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
    A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
    So I climb in
    We don't say a word
    As we pull off into the sunrise
    And these rivers of tarmac are like arteries across the country
    We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
    The beating heart of the country
    We are electric pulses
    In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
    We are electric pulses
    In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
    We are electric pulses
    The sleeping soul of the country
    The sleeping soul of the country
    The sleeping soul of the country Writer/s: FRANCIS EDWARD TURNER
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments

Be the first to comment...

Editor's Picks

Tom Waits Lyrics Quiz

Tom Waits Lyrics QuizMusic Quiz

Pool balls, magpies and thorns without roses - how well do you know your Tom Waits lyrics?

Richie Wise (Kiss producer, Dust)

Richie Wise (Kiss producer, Dust)Songwriter Interviews

Richie talks about producing the first two Kiss albums, recording "Brother Louie," and the newfound appreciation of his rock band, Dust.

Angelo Moore of Fishbone

Angelo Moore of FishboneSongwriter Interviews

Fishbone has always enjoyed much more acclaim than popularity - Angelo might know why.

Supertramp founder Roger Hodgson

Supertramp founder Roger HodgsonSongwriter Interviews

Roger tells the stories behind some of his biggest hits, including "Give a Little Bit," "Take the Long Way Home" and "The Logical Song."

Real or Spinal Tap

Real or Spinal TapMusic Quiz

They sang about pink torpedoes and rocking you tonight tonight, but some real lyrics are just as ridiculous. See if you can tell which lyrics are real and which are Spinal Tap in this lyrics quiz.

Joan Armatrading

Joan ArmatradingSongwriter Interviews

The revered singer-songwriter talks inspiration and explains why she put a mahout in "Drop the Pilot."