Dalis Car

Together, arm in arm

In an avenue wide and tall

Tall block buildings telling tales

Is this spring or fall?

Time is waiting on the floor

A cold rep here from who?

My friend is clawing at the dial

It tells us half past two

Tall doors opened up

I leave my friend, no fear

A jacket man with piercing suit

Is looking for a tear

He jokes his words in monotone hum

And draws a picture clear

Oh, Dali's car, his silent self

An eye pierces like a spear

Tell me, man, like or not

My time is short, and soon

I'll take your clock for Dali's car

Take you spinning in the room

Spinning in the room

Spinning in the room

Tell me, man, like or not

My time is short, and soon

I'll take your clock for Dali's car

Take you spinning in the room

Spinning in the room

Spinning in the room

Spinning in the room

Spinning in the room

Spinning in the room