Lyrics The Logic Of Dreams - Promoe

The Logic Of Dreams

With the logic of dreams and the science of sleep
I decipher what I’m trying to see
See through all the lies and deceit
This is what I write when I’m too tired to speak
With the logic of dreams and the science of sleep
I decipher what I’m trying to see
See through all the lies and deceit
This is what I write when I’m too tired to speak
I open my eyes I must have fell asleep
In the studio with this loud beat on repeat
Shit, what time is it?
Look at my phone
That’s right, I switched it off just to be left alone
So I check my computer and it’s after midnight
Hours must have passed since I told Astma «Sit tight.»
Now I’m ready to record with my raspy windpipe
If I could just remember that other half I did write
Feeling like I crawled inside the music
Underneath that layer of skin
Running over keys on a piano where you sit
Kneeling in a prayer for my sins
Then the studio transform into a stage and all I hear is the crowd booing me
'cus I’m forgetting all my lyrics
So you pinch me to convince me that I ain’t dreaming
But I just can’t get rid of this feeling that
Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be
What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?
Maybe someone is just dreaming me
Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet
Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be
What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?
Maybe someone is just dreaming me
Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet
No, not yet.
I just wanna finish this song
Stretch it, try to make every minute this long
I just can’t understand how living is wrong
So I’m a keep breathing until the rhythm is gone
But this rhythm of the night lingers on till the break of dawn
Astma- Rocwell pass that bottle
Let me take a sip of the potent potion of the liquid beats overflowing
The Molotov cocktail
Taking me back to that state of subconsciousness
Am I asleep or awake?
Floating in mid air
I vision a face
And it’s talking to me
Suddenly it starts shifting its shape into someone I recognize…
It looks like KRS
I don’t know exactly why
But I’m telling him this
I’m not a blunt getting smoked that can’t wake up
I’m a dream and I hope that she won’t wake up because
Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be
What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?
Maybe someone is just dreaming me
Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet
Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be
What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?
Maybe someone is just dreaming me
Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet
Turn the music down lo-o-ow
So she doesn’t wake up no-o
Turn the music down lo-o-ow
So she doesn’t wake up no-o
Turn the music down lo-o-ow
So she doesn’t wake up no-o
Turn the music down lo-o-ow
So she doesn’t wake up no-o
Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be
What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?
Maybe someone is just dreaming me
Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet
Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be
What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?
Maybe someone is just dreaming me
Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet