Lyrics

Standing here with his lucky beard
Hasn’t seen Theodore for sixteen years
And we’ll drive through intersections brakeless
At forty-five he’s still with that emptiness

Screaming down on a wave of fear
Bunson sky spread inside a tear
Heartfelt slingshot elasticised
Breathing water is overwhelming

But it’s all gone… and it’s over now
But it’s all gone… and it’s over now

Drenched in white satin overcoats
Smashed up faces are consequential
And the nightmare ‘til daylight nears
“Now isn’t that the meaning of life, my dear?”

But it’s all gone… and it’s over now
But it’s all gone… and it’s over now

Nightwares, I’ve got to get used to
Nightwares, I’m breathing
Nightwares, I’m dreaming
Nightwares

Oh, oh, oh… Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh… Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, ho
Oh, oh, oh, ho

© 2002 Victor Stranges/Jeremy Rogers