Bek Lyrics

Painted Eyelids

(From the One Foot In The Grave Album)

[Written by Beck Hansen]

I wake up and look
Upon your painted eyelids
The world is your oyster
And the trash bags are your kids

The ceiling is invisible
There's a bird sinking through the sky
And every hour that passes
It's teaching me how to cry

'Cause it's lonely here
In the ugly part of town
The buildings are all vacant
And the telephones are down

There's a police siren singing
Like a tiger with no skin
The sewer drain is glowing
And I don't know which state I'm in

And the river is on fire
There's chemicals and debris
And all the roads are blocked off
They're just too hard to see

So cancel my appointments
And set up a whole new show
'Cause I'm in need of a good hot meal
And a life to call my own

So get me a plate of money
And get me a blanket and a chair
The limitations are limitless
They're floating through the air

'Cause it's real and it's true
The things I see in you
And there's nothing I wouldn't talk about
You're the clearest dream that ever drifted by