[Lyric] Black Dreams (Graham Brazier)

Well it's four in the morning
And my body's all aching
From things in the night
No eggs and bacon

Just black dreams
Black Dreams

A man on the window sill
Hanging by a silk tie
He don't wanna die

In his black dreams
Black dreams

When the crust on your bread goes mouldy
And the numbers on the dollar bills look phoney
You've got to ride your pony
Gotta ride your pony

Away from black dreams
Black dreams
From the deserts and cities
Run dark is a habit on a nun

Oh those black dreams
Black dreams

From the Melbourne Yarra river
I fail to deliver
My body shake and shiver
I'm all in a quiver

Cause of black dreams
Black dreams

Seems like everybody's got your number
It's the one you're listed under
In case of fire or flood or unholy thunder

Black dreams
Black dreams

See photographs in the rain
About towns and cities drowned in flame
Ain't none of my sons and lovers
Sisters ad brothers
Going over the dead ball line
When the crust on your bread goes mouldy
And the numbers on the dollar bills look phoney
You've got to ride your pony
Gotta ride your pony

Away from black dreams
Black dreams

Well it's four in the morning
And my body's all aching
From things in the night
No eggs and bacon

Just black dreams
Black Dreams

From the deserts and cities
Run dark is a habit on a nun

Those black dreams
Black dreams

See photographs in the rain
About towns and cities drowned in flame
Ain't none of my sons and lovers
Sisters and brothers
Going over the dead ball line