Vesuvio

I put them all on hold I wrote your name in bold Then I hung up the phone Then I hit the studio Poems at Vesuvio’s My Vesuvio I dreamt a loathsome dream It sunk to the bottom of me The world started to end But you weren’t here with me So tonight in the hours I’ll be dreaming of home There’s a killer outside in a city full of cinder It’s a pity to be tender on a night like this We get carried away by a day so calloused In the waking hours We live inside a dream In the witching hours We love inside a shadow I put them all on hold I wrote your name in bold Then I hung up the phone Then I hit the studio Poems at Vesuvio’s My Vesuvio I can feel me slipping away Everyone that I used to be I can feel me slipping away Everyone that I used to be I can feel me slipping away I can feel me slipping away Everyone that I used to be Everyone that I used to be Everyone that I used to In the waking hours (I can feel me slipping away) We live inside a dream (Everyone that I used to be, everyone that I used to) In the witching hours (I can feel me slipping away) We love inside a shadow In the waking hours (I can feel me slipping away) We live inside a dream (Everyone that I used to be, everyone that I used to) In the witching hours (I can feel me slipping away) We love inside a shadow (I can feel me slipping away) Everyone that I used to be Everyone that I used to I can feel me slipping away