Bluecid

Man with the cigarette

I'd always look around for his fitting brain

I'm torn between obsession and hate

For the mess that he made me make

Man with the cigarette

I'd always wonder if he's always spinning thread

I'm torn between the mess that he made

Or the mess that you made me make

And I could only have you in my dreams

Oh, so it seems, so it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

Oh, so it seems, so it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

So it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

So it seems, so it seems

And I could only have you in my dreams

Oh, so it seems, so it seems