Theatre of Cruelty

It’s wide and green in my living room so steamy
Held in a captive swirl and a cocktail of I’m dreaming
What man would know, what man could tell that I’m dreaming?
I see nothing fine at the end of the line, am I dreaming?

Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty

So I relax and unwind and I spend my time so easy
Leave my old man at home to spin all alone, it’s easy
Mix another one… to go with the other one
Drop another one… to go with the other one

Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away
Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds
I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty....

What man would know, what man could tell, I am dreaming?
Any woman would know, any woman could tell, what I am dreaming....

Dreaming
What I’m dreaming
Dreaming
What I’m dreaming
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming)
Dreaming (what I’m dreaming)