Behind the Wall of Sleep - The Smithereens

Behind the Wall of Sleep Lyrics

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton
Back in 1965
She had legs that never ended
I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall and cool and pretty
And she dressed as black as coal
If she asked me to, I'd murder
I would gladly lose my soul
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her
Behind a Wall of Sleep
Well she held a bass guitar
And she was playing in a band
And she stood just like Bill Wyman

Now I am her biggest fan
Now I know I'm one of many
Who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way
To let her know I'm not like them
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her
Behind a Wall of Sleep
(Repeat)
Got your number from a friend of mine
Who lives in your home town
Called you up to have a drink
Your roommate said you weren't around
Now I know I'm one of many
Who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way
To let her know I'm not like them
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her
Behind a Wall of Sleep
(Behind a Wall of Sleep)
(Behind a Wall of Sleep)
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Lyrics submitted by Michael.