Ellen Foley - Theatre of Cruelty lyrics

It’s wide and green in my
Living room so steamy
Held in a captive swirl and
A cocktail of I’m dreaming
What man would know
What man could tell that I’m dreaming?
I see nothing fine at the end of the line
Am I dreaming?

Fingers to the bone for the sake of the
Home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty

So I relax and unwind and I
Spend my time so easy
Leave my old man at home to spin all alone
It’s easy
Mix another one… to go with the other one
Drop another one… to go with the other one
Fingers to the bone for the sake of the
Home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty

What man would know, what man could tell
I am dreaming?
Any woman would know, any woman could tell
What I am dreaming

Dreaming what I’m dreaming
Dreaming what I’m dreaming
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming)
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming)