Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space Dye Vest, artist - Dream Theater. Album song Breaking the Fourth Wall, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 25.09.2014
Record label: Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
Space Dye Vest |
Falling through pages of Martens on angels |
Feeling my heart pull west |
I saw the future dressed as a stranger |
Love in a space-dye vest |
Love is an act of blood and I’m bleeding |
A pool in the shape of a heart |
Beauty projection in the reflection |
Always the worst way to start |
«But he’s the sort who can’t know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. |
He doesn’t know what a woman is. |
He wants you for a possession, |
something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. |
Something to own and to |
display. |
He doesn’t want you to be real, or to think, or to live. |
He doesn’t love you, but I love you. |
I want you to have your own thoughts and |
ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. |
It’s our last chance… |
It’s our last chance…» |
Now that you’re gone I’m trying to take it |
Learning to swallow the rage |
Found a new girl I think we can make it |
As long as she stays on the page |
This is not how I want it to end |
And I’ll never be open again |
«…I was gonna move out… ummm…get, get a job, get my own place, ummm. |
But… |
I go into the mall where I want to work and they tell me, I’m, I was too young. |
«Some people gave advice before about facing the facts, about facing reality. |
And this is, this without a doubt, is his biggest challenge ever. |
He’s going to have to face it. |
You’re going to have to try, he’s gonna to have |
to try and uh, and, and, and get some help here. |
I mean no one can say they |
know how he feels.» |
«That, so they say that, in ya know like, Houston or something, you’d say it’s |
a hundred and eighty degrees. |
But it’s a dry heat. |
In Houston they say that? |
Oh, maybe not. |
I’m all mixed up. |
Dry until they hit the swimming pool.» |
«…I get up with the sun… Listen. |
You have your own room to sleep in. |
I don’t care what you do. |
I don’t care when. |
That door gets locked. |
That door gets locked at night by nine o’clock. |
If you’re not in this house by |
nine o’clock, then you’d better find some place to sleep. |
Because you’re not |
going to be a bum in this house. |
Supper is ready…» |
There’s no one to take my blame |
If they wanted to |
There’s nothing to keep me sane |
And it’s all the same to you |
There’s nowhere to set my aim |
So I’m everywhere |
Never come near me again |
Do you really think I need you? |
I’ll never be open again |
I could never be open again |
I’ll never be open again |
I could never be open again |
And I’ll smile and I’ll learn to pretend |
And I’ll never be open again |
And I’ll have no more dreams to defend |
And I’ll never be open again |