Behind The Wall Of Sleep [Basement Demo] Songtext
von The Smithereens

One, two
A-one, two, three

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965
She had legs that never ended
I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall, and cool, and pretty
And she dressed as black as coal
If she′d ask me to, I'd murder
I would gladly lose my soul

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep


Well, she held a bass guitar and
She was playing in a band
And she stood just like Bill Wyman
Now I am her biggest fan
Now I know I′m one of many
Who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way
To let you know I'm not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

Got your number from a friend of mine
Who lives in your hometown
Called you up to have a drink
Your roommate said you weren′t around
Now I know I′m one of many
Who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way
To let you know I′m not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep


Behind the wall of sleep
Behind the wall of sleep
Behind the wall of sleep