Summer Teeth [alternate Version] [hidden Track] Lyrics - Summer Teeth - Wilco

Like a cloud his fingers explode 

On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows 

His hearts in a bowl behind the bank 

And every evening when he get home 

To make his supper and eat it alone 

His black shirt cries 

While his shoes get cold 

It's just a dream he keeps having 

And it doesn't seem to mean anything 

And it doesn't seem to mean anything 

One summer, a suicide 

Another autumn, a travelers guide 

He hits snooze twice before he dies 

And every evening when he get home 

To make his supper and eat it alone 

His black shirt cries 

While his shoes get cold 

It's just a dream he keeps having 

And it doesn't seem to mean anything 

It's just a dream he keeps having 

He feels lucky to have you here 

In his kitchen, in your chair 

Sometimes he forgets that you're even there 

It's just a dream he keeps having 

And it doesn't seem to mean anything 

It's just a dream he keeps having 

It's just a dream 

And it doesn't seem to mean anything