Nightmare #116 Lyrics

I woke one night to feel like my head had been compressed

I went to find a doctor and you never would have guessed

I met one like a feline and he sure looked impressed

By a sabre-toothed brunet in a Mondrian print dress

The troubadour was having trouble creaking down to kneel

Crawling out so slowly with both hands upon the wheel

The pompadour was twinging as he tried to find a feel

Tasking me and asking me is this all really real

She moves with the certainty of other times and places

Her thoughts are always clear to read on each side of her faces

She asked a porter with a wink to carry up her cases

He ran for miles and vanished without leaving any traces

She was flicking through the candidates listed in the book

Goes rowing on weekends and sleeps suspended on a hook

She watches all the boats with a cross-eyed morbid look

And clings onto her moorings which are bound to come unstuck

She was speaking to detectives and feeling pretty shook

Someone had driven off with all her jewels in a truck

She was making up a list of everything they took

They followed leads for centuries but never caught the crook

Next in came the sphinx who took it all in at a glance

Stood above the mantel in a sculptor-artist stance

The juggler and the hypnotist got caught up in a trance

They walk a hundred miles, ah they never stood a chance

King Midas smashed a window as in traipsed a group singers

You could tell it from his glasses and the ink-stains on his fingers

A romantic figure shouted to a crowed of bad-news bringers

Long after you leave here your emptiness still lingers

Some days I watch the sunrise over cemetery hill

It gets me so distracted that I always over-spill

The acrobat across the street is sitting very still

I've never spoken to him and I guess I never will

It seems that all the cruellest words are only spoke jest

By unsuspecting neophytes staring to the west

They asked me to explain, I put my mind to the test

I recited for an hour, well I forget the rest