Frank Turner - I Am Disappeared lyrics
[Frank Turner - I Am Disappeared lyrics]
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the
Things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift
Plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I keep having dreams
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house
And I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the
Middle of the night
Terrified of her own insides
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst
She keeps having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs
Ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and
Car keys on the bedstand
So she can always run
She could get up, shower
And in half an hour she'll be gone
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence
And she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says, "You just can't live this way"
And I close my eyes and I never say
I'm still having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs
Ten thousand tonnes i sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door so I can always run
I can get up, shower
And in half an hour I'll be gone
And come morning i am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
And so I climb in, we don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers of tarmac
Are like arteries across the country
We are blood cells alive in
The bloodstream at
The beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping
Soul of the country we are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping
Soul of the country (We are electric)
In the sleeping soul of the country
(Sleeping soul of the country)
Sleeping soul of the country
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the
Things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift
Plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I keep having dreams
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house
And I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the
Middle of the night
Terrified of her own insides
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst
She keeps having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs
Ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and
Car keys on the bedstand
So she can always run
She could get up, shower
And in half an hour she'll be gone
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence
And she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says, "You just can't live this way"
And I close my eyes and I never say
I'm still having dreams
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs
Ten thousand tonnes i sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door so I can always run
I can get up, shower
And in half an hour I'll be gone
And come morning i am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
And so I climb in, we don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers of tarmac
Are like arteries across the country
We are blood cells alive in
The bloodstream at
The beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping
Soul of the country we are electric pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping
Soul of the country (We are electric)
In the sleeping soul of the country
(Sleeping soul of the country)
Sleeping soul of the country