I had a dream the other night / You were in a bar in the corner on a chair / Wearing a long white leather coat / Purple glasses and glitter in your hair / And you said hey this is where I'm gonna sit / And buy you a drink someday / You were going to the dog shows / But you kinda lost your way / You say now I got all this room / And no money to decorate it, so some / Local customer put me in touch with the man / Upstairs, he said little man you got no / Business gettin' frustrated, you gotta rest / You gotta rest you gotta reach down
And pick the crowd up / Carry back in your hands / To the promised land
Now I had some angel shine my wings, she said / Nothin' but the best for the golden boy / She made me promise not to tell I had her under / A spell singing golden words in a broken voice / And I caught some blessing on the wind I'm / Feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove / I've got no hands to tie behind my back / And I'm sparking like a heart attack, now I've got / Room to spread my wings and my messages of / Love, yes love was my drug, but that's not / What I died of, so don't think of me / Crying louder than some billion dollar baby / Cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gotta
Reach down and pick the / Crowd up, carry back in my / Hand to the promised land
Writer(s): Christopher J. Cornell
Copyright: You Make Me Sick I Make Music
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