The Waking Hour

I had a dream, a dream that would make you scream I was climbing inside a brilliant mind I was gathering flowers at the bottom of the ocean And laughing to myself in real slow motion (chorus) Lying in the gutter Shooting up the stars I'm driving in S

Come across danger Come across some hate Come across the painted smiles Come across some faith Laughing at the cruel jokes Laughing at a death Laughing at some other fool Laughing with the rest Found me buried under glass [Pay no shattered...] Buried