Seventh Dream Of Teenage Heaven lyrics

Thinking of your private future
You snatched at the trees
In the starry dark green sleep
Thinking of your private future
You think at the river and set it flowing
A late fog's lifting a fast wind's rising
So you turn to reflect on your brief life
Session slip

Thinking of your private future
Cut by the scars of timeless coming back
Realize the unreachable is nothing

There's a man on the corner
Coming on like Moses
Found a new religion
that rebuts your plastic roses
He's found his path
To the living heart of jesus
You tell him
You've found yours

Been to the future
You've never made
There is nothing less than music
Then the amusement arcade
In a city without a soul
Newspaper boys selling you the hard truth

The word that would best describe this feeling
Would be haunted
I touch the clothes you left behind
That still retain your shape and lines
Still haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes
We're in the mirror hypnotized
I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair
Gone and still I remenice
I'm haunted

Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes

Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith

He's been looking now
For a long time
It seems the more he looks
The less he wants to see
He turned to the west
For a long time
He turned to the east
Then he turned to the west again

If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
If there's a heaven above
Let it be near

To see beyond the outside
It's to keep your thoughts alive
With a song inside it's never cold
With a song inside it's never cold outside

To see beyond the outside
It's to keep your thoughts alive
With a song inside it's never cold
With a song inside it's never cold outside

("If you've built something from the inside out,
then you won't have any difficulty in penetrating

Put all down to chemistry
Put it all down to the heat
The seminal spark of sexuality
Put it all down to the heat

There was magic in the air on a Saturday night
It was tragic, it's there on the street
The quicksilver and the
Make your leopard-skin dream complete

Intrigued by alcove whispers
So you tore off your osgood tie
Facination found in strangeness
And your sister's alien sigh

We're going to stay awake
For as long as it takes
We're going to stay awake
For as long as it takes
To correct all the silly mistakes we have made

We're going to play a game
We're going to play a game

We're going to play the game again
For as long as it takes again
For something we don't really want at all

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