The Dishwasher's Dream - normal Lyrics

Song	The Dishwasher's Dream - normal
Artist	Marah
Album	If You Didn't Laugh, You'd Cry
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	作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Born with a face that life would erase
	I chased the frustrated wind to New York
	I fell in love with Monique during a Yanks winning streak
	And we danced to the popping of corks
	I found work in the weeds of the kitchen where the seeds
	Of my dreams I did plant in the sink
	Where the tower of plates threw shadows on our fates
	And I had too much time for to think
	Fourteen hours a day left me little time to play
	With my lover who slept through her blues
	As the sizzle of filets was the soundtrack that played
	While I struggled through my headaches and flus
	And my vision of a day when we could get away
	Seemed to sink into the suds of the soap
	That I used to make money that I spent on my honey
	For to keep her in Cheetos and dope
	One day alone with my thoughts and the pans and the pots
	I was beginning to fear for our life
	While the burners threw heat from out under the meat
	I lunged with the edge of a knife
	And as my blood formed a rose with the sweat from my nose
	On the face of a China white plate
	I returned to a time when hope was our friend
	Instead of this bitch who we hate
	I fell to the tiles my face was all smiles
	The sink overflowing a flood as sous chefs and waiters
	And vegetable traders all stood in the path of my blood
	I began to relax and slowly unwind and drift off as the maitre'd cried
	"Well this is what happens when love starts to rot and poisons the dishwasher's mind"
	I awoke to the sound of Monique calling out from her nightmarish side of our bed
	My wrists were all flesh there were no signs of cuts
	As I reached out to touch her sweet head
	And as the sweat on her face found a new resting place
	On the tip of my fingers I leaned
	Into her ear and told her no fear
	We're just having the same awful dream

	zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Born with a face that life would erase
	I chased the frustrated wind to New York
	I fell in love with Monique during a Yanks winning streak
	And we danced to the popping of corks
	I found work in the weeds of the kitchen where the seeds
	Of my dreams I did plant in the sink
	Where the tower of plates threw shadows on our fates
	And I had too much time for to think
	Fourteen hours a day left me little time to play
	With my lover who slept through her blues
	As the sizzle of filets was the soundtrack that played
	While I struggled through my headaches and flus
	And my vision of a day when we could get away
	Seemed to sink into the suds of the soap
	That I used to make money that I spent on my honey
	For to keep her in Cheetos and dope
	One day alone with my thoughts and the pans and the pots
	I was beginning to fear for our life
	While the burners threw heat from out under the meat
	I lunged with the edge of a knife
	And as my blood formed a rose with the sweat from my nose
	On the face of a China white plate
	I returned to a time when hope was our friend
	Instead of this bitch who we hate
	I fell to the tiles my face was all smiles
	The sink overflowing a flood as sous chefs and waiters
	And vegetable traders all stood in the path of my blood
	I began to relax and slowly unwind and drift off as the maitre' d cried
	" Well this is what happens when love starts to rot and poisons the dishwasher' s mind"
	I awoke to the sound of Monique calling out from her nightmarish side of our bed
	My wrists were all flesh there were no signs of cuts
	As I reached out to touch her sweet head
	And as the sweat on her face found a new resting place
	On the tip of my fingers I leaned
	Into her ear and told her no fear
	We' re just having the same awful dream

	zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko
	Born with a face that life would erase
	I chased the frustrated wind to New York
	I fell in love with Monique during a Yanks winning streak
	And we danced to the popping of corks
	I found work in the weeds of the kitchen where the seeds
	Of my dreams I did plant in the sink
	Where the tower of plates threw shadows on our fates
	And I had too much time for to think
	Fourteen hours a day left me little time to play
	With my lover who slept through her blues
	As the sizzle of filets was the soundtrack that played
	While I struggled through my headaches and flus
	And my vision of a day when we could get away
	Seemed to sink into the suds of the soap
	That I used to make money that I spent on my honey
	For to keep her in Cheetos and dope
	One day alone with my thoughts and the pans and the pots
	I was beginning to fear for our life
	While the burners threw heat from out under the meat
	I lunged with the edge of a knife
	And as my blood formed a rose with the sweat from my nose
	On the face of a China white plate
	I returned to a time when hope was our friend
	Instead of this bitch who we hate
	I fell to the tiles my face was all smiles
	The sink overflowing a flood as sous chefs and waiters
	And vegetable traders all stood in the path of my blood
	I began to relax and slowly unwind and drift off as the maitre' d cried
	" Well this is what happens when love starts to rot and poisons the dishwasher' s mind"
	I awoke to the sound of Monique calling out from her nightmarish side of our bed
	My wrists were all flesh there were no signs of cuts
	As I reached out to touch her sweet head
	And as the sweat on her face found a new resting place
	On the tip of my fingers I leaned
	Into her ear and told her no fear
	We' re just having the same awful dream

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