Song Length |
4:49 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Every night I see a dead man walking
And I remember the course of my day
And what it is like to be the early riser
As clumps of dirt fall from his face and hands
More and more I see me in that dead man walking
As he moves his bare feet across the scalding sands
So did you see that dead man walking
Stepping on cracks all along his way
Every night I hear the dead man talking
And I recall the pain of everyday life
How we must lie down just to be successful
Our shattered ideals left to never mend
Now and then I fall prey to a dead man talking
And he enters my soul just like a long lost friend
So did you hear the dead man talking
About the points of a six-blade knife
Every night I dream of a dead man calling me
To join him in the gallows for crumpets and tea
A never-ending state of constant falling
Like a lethal dose of normality
The crying and screaming of that dead man calling
Echo in my head as I crash into reality
So did you dream of a dead man calling
And feel your pulse begin to wane