Dylan Thomas Days Lyrics - Singles - The Gathering Field

Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision 

In the back yard of a stranger on the edges of my mind 

I lay broken with my belly up to heaven, I guess 

Drinking hard for seven days can turn your blue eyes blind 

Held that tragic destiny 

Like a puppet on my knee 

Blurred the line 'tween him and me 

And nearly lost my soul 

'till I realized I could 

Get that puppet, get him good 

I used that doll for kindling wood 

To warm me from the cold 

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Oh my Dylan Thomas days are finally over 

I'm through with all those self-destructive ways 

And though I ain't exactly clean at least I'm sober 

I made it through my Dylan Thomas days 

Lord have mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday morning 

And I am not in a coma and there's nothing I regret 

I did not wake up thirsty or to the sound of my own snoring 

And the not so faint aroma of tequila on my breath 

What a concept, can it be? 

I feel a little like Dorothy 

When she woke up and found that she 

Was safe in her own bed 

But oh that nightmare sure seemed true 

And you were there and you were too 

I don't know how I made it through 

Thought sure I'd end up dead 

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God rest his soul, and his broken heart 

"Time has ticked a heaven 'round the stars." 

Watch over me now, wherever you are 

Probably drinking whiskey in the Sweet Hereafter Bar 

There's angels in the atmosphere 

Crying sympathetic tears 

To wash away our doubts and fears 

And help us on our way 

I used to run from their concern 

Light the bridge and watch it burn 

I took a while, at last I learned 

That ain't the only way . . . 

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