Now try and picture this As I gave you a kiss The apple in your mouth slipped in mine The orchestra played the sweetest serenade We laughed as we put away your wine
So raise your glasses, here's a toast to wasted lives
May all their ghosts come back to haunt you
And tell you how they died
How do you sleep
How do you last the night
And keep the dogs at bay
How do you feel when you close your eyes
And try and drift away
Does it feel any better now
Does it mean any more
When the angel of death comes
Knock- knocking and banging at your door
When all the fun was over I put you on my shoulder Took you home away from it all Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed Tastefully hung upon my wall
All my dreams, your nightmares
I hope they all come true
Get off your knees the party's over
I'm coming home to you
repeat chorus twice more
-thanks to people on the net for the lyrics -John Spencer ------------------------ Please mail any comments or corrections to ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ John Spencer
