3 AM trains the eye for beauty, I can see her miles away,
The best that Western culture could offer
In spaghetti straps and thunderclaps.
She was kissing the moon, playing it cool,
Perfectly content to drink alone,
But the words of the song were pushing me on
Compelling me to get her off the phone.
Survival of the gorgeous, babe it is murder here tonight,
Cannibalizing conversations, to whet their appetite.
With his head on your plate, I think I can wait
I was only looking for a kiss
To blur the line between civilization and wilderness.
In the morning, the dream made so much sense,
Feels like it's been years since then,
A heavy dream is hanging on my head.
Survival of the gorgeous, babe it is murder here tonight,
Cannibalizing conversations, to whet their appetite.
With his head on your plate, I think I can wait
I was only looking for a kiss
To blur the line between civilization and wilderness.
In the morning, the dream made so much sense,
Feels like it's been years since then,
A heavy dream is hanging on my head.
Waking up on the wrong side of the fence,
In suburbia again,
Blame it on the heavy dream hanging on my head.
In the morning, the dream made so much sense
Feels like it's been years since then,
A heavy dream is hanging on my head.
Carving up what's left of your sacred cow,
We'll pay for it somehow,
With a heavy dream, we'll pay for it, we'll pay for it.
It's ringing in my ears, sticking in my throat,
A heavy dream is hanging on my head.
It came to me, in a heavy dream,
It came to me.