This town was alive.
This town fell asleep on me.
It doesn’t say a word.
This town is dreaming.
This loud is quiet.
This loud fell asleep on me.
It doesn’t answer calls.
This loud is dreaming.
What’s loud was all soundless.
This place was this town
And it all sounds like dreaming.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
No common sense,
Or is it all censored?
Everything’s projected.
This place used to jive.
This place fell asleep on me.
It doesn’t dance at all.
This place is dreaming.
This sound was secret.
This sound fell asleep on me.
It doesn’t know it’s heard.
This sound is dreaming.
this is your life chuck johnson 