Wilco - Summer Teeth Lyrics
Like a cloud his fingers explodeOn the typewriter ribbon, the shadow growsHis hearts in a bowl behind the bankAnd every evening when he get homeTo make his supper and eat it aloneHis black shirt criesWhile his shoes get coldIt's just a dream he keeps havingAnd it doesn't seem to mean anythingAnd it doesn't seem to mean anythingOne summer, a suicideAnother autumn, a travelers guideHe hits snooze twice before he diesAnd every evening when he get homeTo make his supper and eat it aloneHis black shirt criesWhile his shoes get coldIt's just a dream he keeps havingAnd it doesn't seem to mean anythingIt's just a dream he keeps havingHe feels lucky to have you hereIn his kitchen, in your chairSometimes he forgets that you're even thereIt's just a dream he keeps havingAnd it doesn't seem to mean anythingIt's just a dream he keeps havingIt's just a dreamAnd it doesn't seem to mean anything
