Schur — Dream Seller

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He told me the price of the paperback
Then spoiled the story at checkout
I say why you doing that
He told me what’s better than reading is living inside of pages
I agree with that
Said man
«I can give you that, for a thousand or two»
He told me that he knows a girl and, damn she knows what to do

She’s selling dreams
You catch her in the evening, maybe she’s free
She’ll build you a religion under the sheets
Your cocaine, you can throw away tonight
And you’ll realize that you’ve never been this

Open the door and she’s there on the floor
With a bed to her right and I’m skeptical, sure
‘Cause like holistic medicine she’s got no references
Smelling like frankincense won’t cure my reticence
Walking on in I fell stupid
But after a second I’m lucid
I lie on the bed I can’t try to pretend
That whatever I felt was just all in my head

Wind in Milan, rain in Paris
I heard life as a song and made love to the beat
Under for days, stretching to weeks
Then she pulled me back up but I fell back asleep
Living and dreaming are backwards
I’m fully clothed when I lie on my mattress
I ain’t living a dream I just dream
I’m alive what the fuck is she selling

She’s selling dreams
You catch her in the evening, maybe she’s free
She’ll build you a religion under the sheets
Your cocaine, you can throw away tonight
And you’ll realize that you’ve never been this

Well I’m back the next night I got questions
Who, what, where, when and why start every sentence
She felt interrogated, told me have some patience
‘Cause she didn’t have words to explain it
Apparently, last week at the bookstore
The cashier asked her if she wanted more
So he sent me along unknowingly
Knowing that I would bring what she’s been looking for, looking for

She was looking for someone she’d seen in her sleep
Who had made her believe
She could eat up the cake and it’d never deplete
Ooh, you see, she’s chasing a dream
I’m selling her dreams
She’s doing the same
And I got a feeling I know what awaits
I’ll be here tomorrow with two dozen flowers, a ring, and a date

She’s selling dreams
You catch her in the evening, maybe she’s free
She’ll build you a religion under the sheets
Your cocaine, you can throw away tonight
And you’ll realize that you’ve never been this

High
One time ain’t enough
So pass by
Every night
She’ll just lie you down on a sheepskin
The world’ll start coming up
You’ll be on the ground ’till the weekend
And by Saturday you’ll be in love