I Am Disappeared

Album: England Keep My Bones (2011)
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  • 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 bed stand
    So she can always run
    She can 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 and 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 tons
    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
    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
    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 pulses
    The sleeping soul of the country
    The sleeping soul of the country
    The sleeping soul of the country Writer/s: FRANCIS EDWARD TURNER
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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