3 acessos
I dreamt I wore a new black suit
Someone played guitar
Someone played the flute
They had given me a new haircut
And then they sewed my eyes shut
From a podium a man spoke of things foretold
With words as bleak as I was cold
Voices gathered into a crowd
No one heard me though I screamed out loud
Wake up, wake up
Was the last thing I remember
Wake up, wake up
Was the last thing I remember
Musicians played my favorite songs
It seemed to me things were all wrong
All my friends had dressed in black
I guess I won't be coming back
Wake up, wake up
Was the last thing I remember
Wake up, wake up
Was the last thing I remember
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up