Besedila: Deckard. I Dream Of Dynamite.

Squeeze out clear water from our eyes this can?t have come as a surprise
Tick Tock a rich commodity can no longer spare much for me

Every night you dream of dynamite my heart skips a beat while awake I lie

Say I have words that might find you If you have half of a mind to
Listen a little and leap through walls that look brick but are tissue

Every night you dream of dynamite my heart skips a beat while awake I lie

Over and over I whisper all this to you wake up it?s over it never was an issue

Will you hear me out will you listen

I dream of dynamite