Behind the Wall of Sleep (Record Plant 5/19/85 – Pat and Jab mix 3) Songtext
von The Smithereens

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 asked 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