I can't help but notice what a good song writer Alex Ebert is. I'm cleaning this morning with no kiddos at home and you better believe the music is blasting. Just when you wonder if the romance in modern music is lost....
40 Day Dream
Well, I been sleeping for forty days and I know
I'm sleeping 'cause this dream's too amazing
She got gold doorknobs where her eyes used to be, yeah
One turn and I learned what it really means to see
It's the magical mystery kind, must be a lie
Bye bye to the too good to be true kind of love
Oh no, I could die
Oh, now I can die
Hey, I been sleeping for sixty days
And nobody better pinch me
I swear I'll go crazy
(love the line below:)
She got jumper cable lips
She got sunset on her breath now
I inhaled just a little bit
Now I got no fear of death now
It's the magical mystery kind, must be a lie
Bye bye to the too good to be true kind of love
Oh no, I could die
Oh, now I can die
It's the magical mystery kind, must be a lie
Bye bye to the too good to be true kind of love
Oh no, I could die
Oh, now I can die
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