Buried, Like a Dream
from American Hotel by The Brook Lee Catastrophe
lyrics
What if it weren't too late
For running 'cross the Golden Gate
Planning through Castro streets
Of falling upon my knees
What if these crowded sheets
Buried the past up neat
Washing away when clean
Me falling upon my knees
What if you changed your mind
Just in the nick of time
Buried it like a dream
Me falling upon my knees
What if your sun won't shine?
For running 'cross the Golden Gate
Planning through Castro streets
Of falling upon my knees
What if these crowded sheets
Buried the past up neat
Washing away when clean
Me falling upon my knees
What if you changed your mind
Just in the nick of time
Buried it like a dream
Me falling upon my knees
What if your sun won't shine?
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American Hotel,
released 17 July 2010
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