Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Disappeared, artist - Frank Turner.
Date of issue: 02.06.2011
Song language: English
I Am Disappeared |
I keep having dreams |
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan |
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them |
Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom |
Of open seas and ways of life we’ve forgotten |
I keep having dreams |
Amy worked in a bar in Exeter |
I went back to her house and I slept beside her |
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night |
Terrified of her own insides |
Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst |
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed |
She can’t remember which came first |
The house, the home, or the terrible thirst |
She keeps having dreams |
And on the worst days |
When it feels like life weighs |
Ten thousand tons |
She’s got her cowboy boots and |
Car keys on the bedstand |
So she can always run |
She could get up, shower, and in half an hour she’ll be gone |
I keep having dreams of things I need to do |
And waking up but not following through |
But it feels like I haven’t slept at all |
When I wake to a silence and she’s facing the wall |
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway |
An antique compass for a sailor’s escape |
She says, «You just can’t live this way» |
And I close my eyes and I never say |
I’m still having dreams |
And on the worst days |
When it feels like life weighs |
Ten thousand tonnes |
I sleep with my passport |
One eye on the back door |
So I can always run |
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour I’ll be gone |
And come morning |
I am disappeared |
Just an imprint on the bedsheets |
I’m by the roadside with my thumb out |
A car pulls up, and Bob’s driving |
And so I climb in, we don’t say a word |
As we pull off into the sunrise |
And these rivers of tarmac |
Are like arteries across the country |
We are blood cells alive in |
The bloodstream at |
The beating heart of the country |
We are electric pulses |
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country |
We are electric pulses |
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the country |
(We are electric) |
In the sleeping soul of the country |
(Sleeping soul of the country) |
Sleeping soul of the country |