Theatre of Cruelty Songtext

von Ellen Foley

It's wide and green in my living room so steamy.
Held in a captive swirl and a cocktail of I'm dreaming.
What man would know,
What man could tell that I'm dreaming?
I see nothing fine at the end of the line,
Am I dreaming?

[Refrain]
Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home
Of the wind blows it all away.
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a theatre of cruelty.

So I relax and unwind and I spend my time so easy.
Leave my old man at home to spin all alone, it's easy.
Mix another one, the on, the one
To go with the other one.
Drop another one, the one, the one
To go with the other one.

[Refrain]

What man would know, what man could tell,
I am dreaming?
Any woman would know, any woman could tell
What I am dreaming.

Dreaming, what I'm dreaming?
Dreaming, what I'm dreaming?
Dreaming, dreaming.