Dylan Thomas Days Songtext
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Dylan Thomas Days Songtext
Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision
In the backyard of a stranger on the edges of my mind
I lay broken with my belly up to heaven
I guess drinking hard for seven days will turn your blue eyes blind
I held that tragic destiny like a puppet on my knee
I blurred the line between him and me and nearly lost my soul
′Til I realized I could get that puppet, get him good
Use that doll for kindling wood to warm me from the cold
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
I'm through with all those self-destructive ways
And though I ain′t exactly clean, at least I'm sober
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
Lord have mercy, it's a sunny Sunday morning
And I am not in a coma and there′s nothing I regret
I did not wake up thirsty to the sound of my own snoring
And the not-so-faint aroma of tequila on my breath
What a concept, can it be?
I feel a little like Dorothy when she woke up
And found that she was safe in her own bed
But oh, that nightmare sure seemed true
You were there and you were too
I don′t know how I made it through
Thought sure I'd end up dead
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
I′m through with all those self-destructive ways
And though I ain't exactly clean, at least I′m sober
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
God rest his soul and his broken heart
Time has ticked a heaven 'round the stars
Watch over me now, wherever you are
Probably drinking whiskey in the sweet hereafter bar
Yeah
There′s angels in the atmosphere crying sympathetic tears
To wash away our doubts and fears and help us on our way
I used to run from their concern
I'd light the bridge and watch it burn
It took a while, at last I learned that ain't the only way
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
I′m through with all those self-destructive ways
And though I ain′t exactly clean, at least I'm sober
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
Yeah, my Dylan Thomas days are over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It is spring′s moonless night in the small town
Starless and violet
The cobbled street is silent
And the hunched trotters and rabbits wood
Lipping invisible down
To the slow black, slow black
Crow-black fishing boat bobbing sea
And all the people of the loud and double-bound town
Are sleeping now
In the backyard of a stranger on the edges of my mind
I lay broken with my belly up to heaven
I guess drinking hard for seven days will turn your blue eyes blind
I held that tragic destiny like a puppet on my knee
I blurred the line between him and me and nearly lost my soul
′Til I realized I could get that puppet, get him good
Use that doll for kindling wood to warm me from the cold
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
I'm through with all those self-destructive ways
And though I ain′t exactly clean, at least I'm sober
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
Lord have mercy, it's a sunny Sunday morning
And I am not in a coma and there′s nothing I regret
I did not wake up thirsty to the sound of my own snoring
And the not-so-faint aroma of tequila on my breath
What a concept, can it be?
I feel a little like Dorothy when she woke up
And found that she was safe in her own bed
But oh, that nightmare sure seemed true
You were there and you were too
I don′t know how I made it through
Thought sure I'd end up dead
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
I′m through with all those self-destructive ways
And though I ain't exactly clean, at least I′m sober
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
God rest his soul and his broken heart
Time has ticked a heaven 'round the stars
Watch over me now, wherever you are
Probably drinking whiskey in the sweet hereafter bar
Yeah
There′s angels in the atmosphere crying sympathetic tears
To wash away our doubts and fears and help us on our way
I used to run from their concern
I'd light the bridge and watch it burn
It took a while, at last I learned that ain't the only way
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
I′m through with all those self-destructive ways
And though I ain′t exactly clean, at least I'm sober
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
Yeah, my Dylan Thomas days are over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It is spring′s moonless night in the small town
Starless and violet
The cobbled street is silent
And the hunched trotters and rabbits wood
Lipping invisible down
To the slow black, slow black
Crow-black fishing boat bobbing sea
And all the people of the loud and double-bound town
Are sleeping now
Writer(s): Bill Deasy, D. Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
