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