A man carried metal
Carried gold
More than he could handle
More than he could hold
It weighed him down
To a sand shallow grave
Where his bones were beaten
By a heat wave
While here it rains all night
And it blows a sweet breeze
I think I'll call you up
And say please, baby, please
I love you
I love you
Yeah, I love you
Yeah, I love you
Ah the dream machine
Makes it hard to see
If I could stand outside myself
And watch it come to me
I'd make the dream
Filter down to my fingers
And rip at the fool’s head
And follow your scent that lingers
Carried gold
More than he could handle
More than he could hold
It weighed him down
To a sand shallow grave
Where his bones were beaten
By a heat wave
While here it rains all night
And it blows a sweet breeze
I think I'll call you up
And say please, baby, please
I love you
I love you
Yeah, I love you
Yeah, I love you
Ah the dream machine
Makes it hard to see
If I could stand outside myself
And watch it come to me
I'd make the dream
Filter down to my fingers
And rip at the fool’s head
And follow your scent that lingers
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