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I DON’T FLY

My dreams are in black and white.

And they’re nothing much to speak of.

My dreams are all the same.

Nothing evil, nothing holy. No meat on the bone.

 

My dreams are in black and white.

And they’re nothing much to speak of.

My dreams are all the same.

Nothing evil, nothing holy. No meat on the bone.

 

I don’t fly, or disappear, or get what I deserve.

I don’t do the things I’ve heard of. I don’t have the nerve.

 

My dreams will get better soon.

I make that promise to me now.

My dreams waste all my time.

But one good one might change my mind.

 

I don’t fly, or disappear, or get what I deserve.

I don’t do the things I’ve heard of. I don’t have the nerve.

 

 

Scott Connor- Drums

Jim Walker- Guitars, Bass, Lead Vx, Bg Vx