If the dead people answered my calls, then I would not have to wonder
if what I think hits the wall or is trying to pull me under
All of the nights
howlin about the arcade
wanting to talk
about how days are really made-
If my dreams are memories too, then I have to snatch the pebble
and the master will never be you, and I'll be the unsung rebel
All of the nights
If my whisky´s diluted with ice, it might be worth to mention
that my greenhouse is pretty and nice, if you don´t call it detention-
All of the nights
If the rooftop is airy and cleared for lucid conversatin
I will bring my ladder and climb to accept the invitation-
All of the nights
howlin about the arcade
wanting to talk
about how days are really made-