Seventh Dream of Teenage Heaven
Album - 11 ottobre 1985 - Debaser id 15126

Thinking of your private future
You snatched at the trees
In the starry dark green sleep
Thinking of your private future
You think at the river and set it flowing
A late fog's lifting a fast wind's rising
So you turn to reflect on your brief life
Session slip

Thinking of your private future
Cut by the scars of timeless coming back
Realize the unreachable is nothing
Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped

God's good to the humble
As the devil is to fools
Stop looking back in anger
Cause you can't change the rules
Believe in where you're going
But don't lose your yesterdays
To terrify to cry its true
Your life is just a game

So I need a million dollars
To sit on mountain tops
To see the stars surround you
Is to see an awful lot
I see the work of sinners
I see the work of saints
So I see the work of everyone
That's ever ever been

Sleep without reason
Your laughing masks your love
You've got so many scars
How does it feel deep in your heart?

Cause when the covers blown over
It'll crack up your skin
So now you're drowning your sorrows
In whiskey and sin

Live the life you love
Use a god you trust
And don't take it all too seriously

AHHHH
AHHHH
AHHHH

AHHHH

There's a man on the corner
Coming on like Moses
Flogging new religion
like a bunch of plastic roses
He's found his path
To the bleeding heart of jesus
You tell him
You've found yours

Heir to a future
You never made
There is nothing less amusing
Then the amusement arcade
In a city without a soul
Newspaper boys selling you the hard truth
Lucifer employs idle hands by night and day

Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your eyes

Well the drunk outside the Wendy's
Is becoming less than friendly
A dog is barking at the moon
The drunk outside the windy
Is becoming less than friendly
A dog is barking at the moon

You want to get away
From the city of light
Then when you've gone
You want to get back
It is some strange addiction
When you need to put yourself
Back in your eye

Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your eye

Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your...

Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy

We're going to stay awake
For as long as it takes
We're going to stay awake
For as long as it takes
To correct all the silly mistakes we have made

We're going to play a game
We're going to play a game

We're going to play the game again
For as long as it takes again
For something we don't really want at all

One two three four
Two two three four
Three two three four
One

To win is to lose, to lose is to win
To win is to lose, to lose is to win
To win is to lose, to lose is to win
To win is to lose, to lose is to win

We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)
We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)
We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)
We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)

Put it all down to chemistry
Put it all down to the heat
The seminal spark of sexuality
Put it all down to the beat

There was magic in the air on a Saturday night
It was tragic, it's there on the street
The quicksilver stud and the warm jets
Make your leopard-skin dream complete

Intrigued by alcove whispers
So you tore off your old school tie
Facination found in strangeness
And your sister's alien sigh
Your sister's alien sigh

Put all down to chemistry
Put it all down to the heat
The seminal spark of sexuality
Put it all down to the beat

To wake up sunday morning
With a rose and blue tatoo
So lay on the back of your skinny white hand
So near are the brave and the new
So near are the brave and the new

It's the seventh dream of teenage heaven

The word that would best describe this feeling would be haunted
I touch the clothes you left behind that still retain your shape and lie still haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes blue in the mirror hypnotized, I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair, golden still I reminisce, I'm haunted

Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By your voice, by your smile
By your mouth, by your soul
By your hair, by your clothes
By your eyes, by your voice
By your smile, by your mouth
By your soul

HAUNTED (haunted)

So this is for when you feel happy
And this is for when you feel sad
And this is for when you feel...
Nothing

OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag

And this is for the tears that won't dry
And this is for a bright blue sky
And this is for when you feel...
Lucky
And this is for when you feel...
Lucky

OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag

OOOOH
OOOOH

So this is for when you're feeling happy again
And this is for when you're feeling sad
And this is for when you feel...
Something

OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag

OOOOH
OOOOH

HAUNTED (haunted)
When the minutes drag
HAUNTED (haunted)
When the minutes drag

OOOOH
OOOOH

(Instrumental)