Lyrics

I can waste my time until you come back I'm just pumping blood 'til there's nothing left That time has passed when I could let it go Just thought that I would let you know Two days and four months, three years, still no spring I'm just counting down 'til there is nothing Your heart breaks as well, oh well, tell the tale Just so you know the ship has sailed 'Cause it takes some lie to make it real Takes water to grow the field, yeah Just thought that I would let you know There was a baker who lived in the town He chased the vine 'til the vine came around He died a lonely man, yes, in his sleep No one could report on his dreams No one could report on his dreams No one could report on his dreams Papers found in a steamer trunk, they said it was a scheme No one could report on his dreams No one could report on his dreams No one could report on his dreams No one could report all the things he might have seen No one could report on his dreams