Текст песни Six Lovers Deep — John Black

Last night, I had a beautiful dream
that I bought our old building on 41st Street
and I took over the upkeep of the place where we used to sleep.
I knew I needed some assistance, so I placed the call.
Some friends that I could count on helped me tear down the walls,
then, brick by brick, we watched that building fall.
Then I toiled and I slaved for months at a time,
structured life from its foundation, crafted many a rhyme,
and I built you a home of beauty from the grime.
Not a day goes by I don’t wish
that this whole thing was just a dream,
that I’d wake up in the morning
and you’d be lying next to me.
From the floors, to the ceilings, down to every beam,
I designed it all to follow a particular theme,
and filled every open space with all your favorite things.
I made a room for you to dance when you felt the need,
put a hammock in the yard out beneath the trees,
every level of the house held another story to me.
Not a day goes by I don’t wish
that this whole thing was just a dream,
that I’d wake up in the morning
and you’d be lying next to me.
But as the months pass by, I vanquish
in the soul of your memory.
And now I’m three years down,
and six lovers deep.