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Dreaming from the Waist

I feel like I want to break out of the house

My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth

I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest

I want to scream in the night, I want a manifestI've got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o'clock-in-the-morning feeling

I've got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine

I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I've never really been in

I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machineI'm dreaming... from the waist on down

I'm dreaming... but I feel tired and bound

I'm dreaming... of a day when a cold shower helps my health

I'm dreaming... dreaming - of the day I can control myself

Day I can control myselfSound like a priest and then I'm shooting dice

I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white

I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed

I'm too old to give up, but too young to restI've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed

Feeling social when the world is sleeping

The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented down

I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad sad story has me quietly weeping

But here comes the morning

Here comes the yawning demented clownI'm dreaming...but I know it's all hot air

I'm dreaming...I'll get back to that rocking chair

I'm dreaming...of the day I can share the wealth

I'm dreaming...dreaming - of the day I can control myself

Day I can control myself

Hey, hey!

The day I can control myself

Songwriters

PETE TOWNSHENDPublished by

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