I put them all on hold

I wrote your name in bold

Then I hung up the phone

Then I hit the studio

Poems at Vesuvio’s

My Vesuvio

I dreamt a loathsome dream

It sunk to the bottom of me

The world started to end

But you weren’t here with me

So tonight in the hours I’ll be dreaming of home

There’s a killer outside in a city full of cinder

It’s a pity to be tender on a night like this

We get carried away by a day so calloused

In the waking hours

We live inside a dream

In the witching hours

We love inside a shadow

I put them all on hold

I wrote your name in bold

Then I hung up the phone

Then I hit the studio

Poems at Vesuvio’s

My Vesuvio

I can feel me slipping away

Everyone that I used to be

I can feel me slipping away

Everyone that I used to be

I can feel me slipping away

I can feel me slipping away

Everyone that I used to be

Everyone that I used to be

Everyone that I used to

In the waking hours (I can feel me slipping away)

We live inside a dream (Everyone that I used to be, everyone that I used to)

In the witching hours (I can feel me slipping away)

We love inside a shadow

In the waking hours (I can feel me slipping away)

We live inside a dream (Everyone that I used to be, everyone that I used to)

In the witching hours (I can feel me slipping away)

We love inside a shadow (I can feel me slipping away)

Everyone that I used to be

Everyone that I used to

I can feel me slipping away