I Am Disappeared

Intro x2: I keep having dreams of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll kill them Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten I keep having dreams Amy worked in a bar in Exeter I went back to her house and I slept beside her She woke up screaming in the middle of the night Terrified of her own insides Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst Breaking through a life of a rehearse She can't remember which came first The house the home or the terrible thirst She keeps having dreams And on the worst days When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes She's got her cowboy boots and her keys on the bed stand So she can always run She could get up and shower in half an hour She'd be gone I keep having dreams of things I need to do Of waking up and not following through It feels like I haven't slept at all When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall Posters of Dylan and Hemingway An antique compass for a sailor's escape She says you just can't live this way I close my eyes and never say I'm still having dreams And on the worst days When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnes I sleep with my passport, one eye on the back door So I can always run I could get up and shower in half an hour I'd be gone And come morning I am disappeared Just an imprint on the bed sheets And by the roadside with my thumb out A car pulls up and Bob's driving So I climb in we don't say a word As we pull off into the sunrise And these rivers of tarmac Are like arteries 'cross the country We are blood cells Alive in The blood stream and the beating heart of the country We are electric pulses In pathways of the sleeping soul of the country We are electric pulses In pathways of the sleeping soul of the country We are electric In the sleeping soul of the country (the sleeping soul of the country) ()