Stand By

Live looking at a star
Always on standby
Drink gin at night
To meet her

He dreams of his skull
And a dog comes and takes her away
And drives away nightmares
Leaving in a hole
Some yellow flowers
To remember her hair

He dreams that he dreams of her
And if hell awaits him
I want to melt into your fire
As if it were made of wax

And before packing your suitcase
And spend life between platforms
Let the mice in
To have someone waiting for him

Dream about her hair
And the wind comes and takes it away
And since then his head
He just wants to take flight
Drink the beer blonde
To remember her hair

Dream that the star dreams
Always on standby
Pick up the bottle again
And spends sleepless nights

He dreams that he dreams of her
And if hell awaits him
I want to melt into your fire
As if it were made of wax

Dream that the star dreams
Always on standby
Pick up the bottle again
Spends the nights on the penis

Always on standby
Always in a state of e