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I keep having
dreams of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll 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 of a rehearse
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 tonnes
She's got her cowboy boots and her keys on the bed stand
So she can always run
She could get up and shower in half an hour
She'd be gone
I keep having dreams of things I need to do
Of waking up and not following through
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 Hemingway
An antique cupboard ... sailor's escape (?)
She says you just can't live this way
I close my eyes and 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 could get up and shower in half an hour
I'd be gone
And come morning I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bed sheets
And by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up and Bob's driving
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 'cross the country
We are blood cells
Alive in
The blood stream
and the beating heart of the country
We are electric pulses
In pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses
In pathways of the sleeping soul of the country
We are electric
In the sleeping soul of the country
(the sleeping soul of the country)