This is not a song This is just one of those vivid dreams. This is not a song But it needs it just the same Sometimes I wake up in the darkness When I know I should've stayed asleep If you remember to be drunk You should remember to get married If you remember to be drunk You'd be better to get married Sometimes it takes a teaspoon of milk Just to see that bowl of sweet cherries Put my life out like a candle Smears two fingerprints Saw a child crouched down Write my name in fresh cement She said, "I know you're in a hurry But could you give an angel a minute?" Well I don't want to get up With the moon still in place And this bad dream pa**ing through The lines in my face There my be blood in my shirt sleeves, but I think I see a clean escape So how will my heart know When it's time to stop Put the squeeze on the veins And let the temperature just drop Sometime you sleep until the sun gets a chance to rise Sometimes you wake up in the dark, silver skies and golden needles, pale lights and the cold cold milk