| Song | Dream |
| Artist | The Vincent Black Shadow |
| Album | Fear's in the Water |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Blew the dust off a wooden box | |
| And set it on the piano | |
| Nasty words came from its mouth | |
| The bite marks were to follow | |
| I should have given it away | |
| Now I never dream | |
| Wide awake for much too long | |
| My eyes glued to the table | |
| Tried to feign authority | |
| But sadly wasn't able | |
| And then it threw me to the floor | |
| I never dream | |
| They say I'm late by half a century | |
| He died in 1943 | |
| I can't just leave | |
| (He smells it when I'm gone) | |
| So I just take it in my sleep | |
| The road is going⦠| |
| Me: âAsk for her another dayâ | |
| The spade's up your sleeve | |
| There's sweat on your brow | |
| And I will be damned | |
| If I let you back into this town | |
| December 17th, 1955 - Broken | |
| Seven hours passed on your floor | |
| Seven hours isn't that long | |
| Seven hours isn't |
| Blew the dust off a wooden box | |
| And set it on the piano | |
| Nasty words came from its mouth | |
| The bite marks were to follow | |
| I should have given it away | |
| Now I never dream | |
| Wide awake for much too long | |
| My eyes glued to the table | |
| Tried to feign authority | |
| But sadly wasn' t able | |
| And then it threw me to the floor | |
| I never dream | |
| They say I' m late by half a century | |
| He died in 1943 | |
| I can' t just leave | |
| He smells it when I' m gone | |
| So I just take it in my sleep | |
| The road is going | |
| Me: Ask for her another day | |
| The spade' s up your sleeve | |
| There' s sweat on your brow | |
| And I will be damned | |
| If I let you back into this town | |
| December 17th, 1955 Broken | |
| Seven hours passed on your floor | |
| Seven hours isn' t that long | |
| Seven hours isn' t |
| Blew the dust off a wooden box | |
| And set it on the piano | |
| Nasty words came from its mouth | |
| The bite marks were to follow | |
| I should have given it away | |
| Now I never dream | |
| Wide awake for much too long | |
| My eyes glued to the table | |
| Tried to feign authority | |
| But sadly wasn' t able | |
| And then it threw me to the floor | |
| I never dream | |
| They say I' m late by half a century | |
| He died in 1943 | |
| I can' t just leave | |
| He smells it when I' m gone | |
| So I just take it in my sleep | |
| The road is going | |
| Me: Ask for her another day | |
| The spade' s up your sleeve | |
| There' s sweat on your brow | |
| And I will be damned | |
| If I let you back into this town | |
| December 17th, 1955 Broken | |
| Seven hours passed on your floor | |
| Seven hours isn' t that long | |
| Seven hours isn' t |