Quarter To Four – A Life Like Dream – letras

Well the night was lost.The night was sore.Then my pockets emptiedas the beer downpoured.What at last was onwas now quarter to four.Another wasted night.So this night was rightfor stupid sin.Yeah the holding outwas caving in.The slickest sinneralways wins the prizeof a wasted night.I wanna go, I wanna stay.I wanna say something.I’ve got nothing to say.Another wasted night.I close my eyes,don’t wanna seethe sun coming upon my history.So if the chance comes downto steal a kissyou nab what you canresignation is bliss.I never brake when I hit the skidson a wasted night.See we can close our eyes,let our hands pretendwe can kill this lifewith tight grips and hedged betsthat will ditch this world.But for now let’s curlinto this wasted night.Crawling like James Deanfor his toy monkey.Living by night, in a lonely place.My father was Nicholas Ray.