Standby

He lives looking at a star
Always in a state of standby
He drinks gin at night
To meet her

He dreams of her skull
And a dog comes and takes it away
And drives away the nightmares
Leaving in a hole
Some yellow flowers
To remember her hair

He dreams that he dreams of her
And if hell awaits him
I want to melt in your fire
As if it were wax

Before packing his suitcase
And spending life between platforms
Let the mice in
To have someone waiting for him

He dreams of her mane
And the wind comes and takes it away
And since then his head
Only wants to take flight
And he drinks blonde beer
To remember her hair

He dreams that he dreams of the star
Always in a state of standby
He picks up the bottle again
And spends the nights awake

He dreams that he dreams of her
And if hell awaits him
I want to melt in your fire
As if it were wax

He dreams that he dreams of the star
Always in a state of standby
He picks up the bottle again
And spends the nights awake

Always in a state of standby
Always in a state of standby
Always in a state of standby