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check the clock and see if my time is up. slide through the restraints and welcome devilish thoughts like saints there i go again ignoring the signs that told me not to continue a mistaken sexual substitute 'til my clouded mind came to dont ask me how i feel and everything will be alright it's too bad i have to retract my words from that night. if tears were bottled, id drink them too then id set you on fire to watch it burn through the crooked panes and telephone wire love is such a filthy word and you know i've conspired a few women and a few drugs before but nothing's had me bent running to the front door like you who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream? not me 'cause i know how girls like her intoxicate me who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream? not me not me yes i would but, now im cracked. from the toes up and the words i swallowed wont settle Letras de cancionesmake me throw up. i'll blame that instead of our tasteless waltz dodging 4 a.m. phone calls. lying to myself between the bathroom walls like you had no scars your skin was so perfect but whats the night without the stars? whats a night without the stars to worship? more than a feminine conquest, onto the next request for my ears to focus i confess you were the best but now i must lay these thoughts to rest. but what hurts only makes us stronger. and that's why i couldnt stay to hold you longer. and if anyone knows by now your mouth my heart gets stoned every time the light's out. who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream? not me 'cause i know how girls like her intoxicate me who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream? not me not me but trade, take you and these wrinkled clothes comprable to hers things have become less of a romantic verse and more of a narrative that i use to curse women in her position dont look at me like that it's not my fault you dont know how to relax without theives in your bloodstream. so silently, your eyes scream for one more. so quietly, my legs confront the floorboards. but with you things dont float as easily. and now i know why i loathe twilight gravity. seriously, i would take it all back except our silver screen kiss holding hands? no thanks, my palms are wet. and finally, my mind is set it's only as authentic as it is relative. who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream? not me 'cause i know how girls like her intoxicate me who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream? not me yes you would not me yes you would From Letras Mania