Tinseltown Swimming in Blood

Tinseltown swimming in blood

Tinsel ribbons dancing in the rain

Flowers on the skyline, hey how was the wine?

What comes round's going round again

Towers coming up for air

I couldn't see, I was blind

Off in the corner, doing poet's work

That's alright for now

It was just a dream of your blue eyes

Tinseltown dripping in blood

Tinsel women dancing in the wind

Dead flowers on the skyline

Hey how was the wine, baby?

What comes round is going round again

Now let me tell you about the dream:

I had no feeling, I had no past

I was the arctic, I was the vast

Spaces without reprieve

I was a dreamer

Watch me leave