Parsley Road

There was a man who built a shrine for his addiction
by putting photos of his breakdown on the wall
and in his mind he wrote a little piece of fiction
„The rise and downfall of our dreams on Parsley Road“

He kept a lighter in a box of smoking memories
preserved his laughter in a bottle full of gloom
one of his treasures was a paper of the sixties
it´s said he never left his tidy little room

But in the back of his mind there was a crazy rewind
far more open and light, far more crazy and bold
in the back of his mind there was a crazy delight
a million pictures unseen, a billion stories untold

Under his bed there was a suitcase full of letters
and a painting of two boys that start a fight
beside a magazine he once found at the station
on it´s front page it shows disneyland by night

The rise and downfall of his dreams on Parsley Road
the rise and downfall of his dreams on Parsley Road