Stand By

Always staring at a star
Always in a state of waiting
Drinks gin at night
To meet up with her

Dreams of her skull
And a dog comes and takes it away
And chases away the nightmares
Leaving in a hole
Some yellow flowers
To remember her hair

Dreams that dreams of her
And if hell is where she waits
I want to melt in your fire
Like I was made of wax

And before packing my bags
And spending life on platforms
Let the mice come in
So there's someone to wait for him

Dreams of her long hair
And the wind comes and takes it away
And since then his head
Just wants to take flight
Drinks blonde beer
To remember her hair

Dreams that dreams of the star
Always in a state of waiting
Grabs the bottle again
And spends sleepless nights

Dreams that dreams of her
And if hell is where she waits
I want to melt in your fire
Like I was made of wax

Dreams that dreams of the star
Always in a state of waiting
Grabs the bottle again
Spends nights in sorrow

Always in a state of waiting
Always in a state of waiting