George Smith Tripping Fuzzy Ducks
And she comes, tired in the night Ties a rope around her arm and her teeth grip it so tight And her arms, they move so slowly Eyes cloud into a haze, and her dreams take her away I don't know why it seems Can't trade a life for dreams And her life, she's nervous and tired Spends her days alone, and her night's getting higher She says love only moves in the day Tripping always seems to make the worst seem ok All that she believes Is Posioning her dreams And she's numb, cold & blue Six days have gone and ther's no-one left to scream to And she lies without a sound Shadows rise above her and a needle drips on the ground Now that everything Is stolen by all her dreams