Sweet, sweet silence... In the Winter's time.
Sidewalk shrinking... and you?
TV's twinkling. The sky cushioned my ditch with a couch of snow.
So deep. So cold and so blue. And you?
Sweet sweet silence. I'm already gone.
I's pleased to meet you speckled my throat like a junkie'd prick,
So cold, so blue, and slender.
It hiss like snow do
As though fish's could know any better
Underneath the ice in suspension.
It feels like your mouth.
A drip of spit on the end of your tongue
Falls into the ice and cracks like thunder
And a dream I had of girders
And an abandoned truck in an underground parking lot
With the keys in the ignition.
If I be the crane, if you can be the site inspector
Who had a scotch at lunch and a problem with his wife?
You didn't notice
The truck, the wires,
The white silence of the coming blue fires,
The sabotage of a giant thing that would benefit the workers.
It's all too much. A spirit can't sink any deeper
In to dope, dope, dope, dope, and submission.
And I know it's a dream I have. Yeah, it's what I think I know.
'Cause if all this pain and endless anger has somewhere to go...
If I had the permit to, all hail Leo Copter!
And you would like my face.
You would like my face.
You take a walk. I'll be your side of joy in love, I miss you.
Give me something to cry about... to cry about.
You give me something to cry about.
Sweet, sweet silence. I'm already gone.
A Midwinter Night's Dream/My First Rock Concert Video (MV)
Performed By: Rheostatics
Length: 14:23
Written by: DAVE AUGUST BIDINI, DON KERR, MARTIN RADAMEZ TIELLI, TIMOTHY WARREN VESELY
Rheostatics - A Midwinter Night's Dream/My First Rock Concert Lyrics
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Sweet, sweet silence... In the Winter's time.
Sidewalk shrinking... and you?
TV's twinkling. The sky cushioned my ditch with a couch of snow.
So deep. So cold and so blue. And you?
Sweet sweet silence. I'm already gone.
I's pleased to meet you speckled my throat like a junkie'd prick,
So cold, so blue, and slender.
It hiss like snow do
As though fish's could know any better
Underneath the ice in suspension.
It feels like your mouth.
A drip of spit on the end of your tongue
Falls into the ice and cracks like thunder
And a dream I had of girders
And an abandoned truck in an underground parking lot
With the keys in the ignition.
If I be the crane, if you can be the site inspector
Who had a scotch at lunch and a problem with his wife?
You didn't notice
The truck, the wires,
The white silence of the coming blue fires,
The sabotage of a giant thing that would benefit the workers.
It's all too much. A spirit can't sink any deeper
In to dope, dope, dope, dope, and submission.
And I know it's a dream I have. Yeah, it's what I think I know.
'Cause if all this pain and endless anger has somewhere to go...
If I had the permit to, all hail Leo Copter!
And you would like my face.
You would like my face.
You take a walk. I'll be your side of joy in love, I miss you.
Give me something to cry about... to cry about.
You give me something to cry about.
Sweet, sweet silence. I'm already gone.
Sidewalk shrinking... and you?
TV's twinkling. The sky cushioned my ditch with a couch of snow.
So deep. So cold and so blue. And you?
Sweet sweet silence. I'm already gone.
I's pleased to meet you speckled my throat like a junkie'd prick,
So cold, so blue, and slender.
It hiss like snow do
As though fish's could know any better
Underneath the ice in suspension.
It feels like your mouth.
A drip of spit on the end of your tongue
Falls into the ice and cracks like thunder
And a dream I had of girders
And an abandoned truck in an underground parking lot
With the keys in the ignition.
If I be the crane, if you can be the site inspector
Who had a scotch at lunch and a problem with his wife?
You didn't notice
The truck, the wires,
The white silence of the coming blue fires,
The sabotage of a giant thing that would benefit the workers.
It's all too much. A spirit can't sink any deeper
In to dope, dope, dope, dope, and submission.
And I know it's a dream I have. Yeah, it's what I think I know.
'Cause if all this pain and endless anger has somewhere to go...
If I had the permit to, all hail Leo Copter!
And you would like my face.
You would like my face.
You take a walk. I'll be your side of joy in love, I miss you.
Give me something to cry about... to cry about.
You give me something to cry about.
Sweet, sweet silence. I'm already gone.
Writer: DAVE AUGUST BIDINI, DON KERR, MARTIN RADAMEZ TIELLI, TIMOTHY WARREN VESELY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.