This is not a song,nthis is just one of those vivid dreams. This is not a songnbut it needs it just the same.nnSometimes I wake up in the darknessnwhen I know I should've stayed asleep.nnIf you remember to be drunk,nyou should remember to get married.nIf you remember to be drunk,nyou'd be better to get married.nnSometimes it takes a teaspoon of milknjust to see that bowl of sweet cherries.nnPut my life out like a candle,nsmears two fingerprints.nSaw a child crouched down,nwrite my name in fresh cement.nnShe said, I know you're in a hurrynbut could you give an angel a minute?nnWell I don't want to get upnwith the moon still in placenand this bad dream passing throughnthe lines in my face.nnThere my be blood in my shirt sleeves, but I think I see a clean escape.nnSo how will my heart knownwhen it's time to stop,nput the squeeze on the veinsnand let the temperature just drop.nnSometime you sleep until the sun gets a chance to rise,nsometimes you wake up in the dark, silver skies and golden needles, pale lights and the cold cold milk.