I'm So Happy I Could Just Cry Myself To Sleep -or- The Routes We Wander Lyrics - Singles - The Falcon

Tonight, tonight, the captain's dreams are bad 

Searching for the tear and the distant shore 

Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves 

He doesn't dream of landing any more. 

Drowning in these tumblers 

Tumbles through these doors 

Swinging out to cold cement 

From sticky, hard tiled floors. 

This is the route we wander, girl 

Every god-damned day 

So, swallow hard and wipe them dreams away. 

Come to life, come to life, come to life... again. 

Come to life, come to life, come to life... again. 

The stove and the cold killed the men and the dogs 

The last glimpse of sun then all the winter is gone 

Chained at the ankles, bound at the wrists 

Stuffed into mail-sacks and tossed into drifts. 

Come to life, come to life, come to life... again. 

Come to life, come to life, come to life... again. 

The lunar eye is burning, boring through me, digging deep 

Into my chest, into my head, into my days, into my sleep 

These dreams, these days, don't give me no peace 

These dreams, these days, don't give me no peace. 

Come to life, come to life, come to life... again. 

Come to life, come to life, come to life... again.