Lyrics Soft Talking - Fred Thomas

Soft Talking

I had a dream, some nightmare scene
And I woke up when I was sleepwalkin'
Without my teeth, sounds, they repeat
On the floor inside my cold coffin
On the floor inside my cold coffin
I was gettin' ready to leave
I was sick and tired of the way they were talkin' to me
An endless dream
Dying from the germs of what everyone breathed on me
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ahhh
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ahhh
So give up and read, boot out to the sea
With those palm trees and the goddamn novels
But eventually, you’ll get sick of the beach
And get sick of all this soft talkin'
Yeah, you’re sick of all this soft talkin'
Now you’re gettin' ready to leave
Drownin' in the water that you thought would set you so free
Don’t intercede, just another crab in the coral reef
And you’re sick of all this soft talkin'
Yeah you’re sick of all this soft talkin'