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Frank Turner( Francis Edward Turner )



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Frank Turner( Francis Edward Turner )

I Am Disappeared

I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships, and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift, plunging straight to the bottom
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I keep having dreams

Amy worked in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the night
Terrified of her own insides

Dreams of pirate ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which came first
The house, the home or the terrible thirst
She keeps having dreams

And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and
Car keys on the bed stand so she can always run

She can get up, shower
And in half an hour she'll be gone

I keep having dreams of things I need to do
Waking up and not following through
But it feels like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall

Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's escape
She says, 'You just can't live this way'
And I close my eyes and I never say
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I'm still having dreams

And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
I sleep with my passport
One eye on the back door so I can always run

I can get up, shower
And in half an hour I'll be gone

And come morning, I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bed sheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up and Bob's driving

And so I climb in, we don't say a word
As we pull off into the sunrise
And these rivers of tarmac
Are like arteries 'cross the country

We are blood cells alive in the bloodstream
Beating heart of the country

We are electric pulses in the pathways
Sleeping soul of the country
We are electric pulses in the pathways
In the sleeping soul of the country

We are electric
The sleeping soul of the country
The sleeping soul of the country
Sleeping soul of the country