歌手:Wilco
专辑:《Summerteeth》

作词 : Wilco
Like a cloud his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon the shadow grows

His hearts in a bowl behind the bank

And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything

And it doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer a suicide
Another autumn a travelers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having

And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having

He feels lucky to have you here
In his kitchen in your chair

Sometimes he forgets that you're even there
It's just a dream he keeps having

And it doesn't seem to mean anything

It's just a dream he keeps having
It's just a dream
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
Ooo
Ahh

Ooo
Ahh

Ooo
Ahh
Ooo
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Ooo
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