Songtext 6: 00 Dream Theater

6: 00

- kevin moore

Six oclock on a christmas morning...
And for what?
Well, isnt it for the honor of god,
Aunt kate?
I know all about the honor of god,
Mary jane.

Six oclock the siren kicks him from a dream
Tries to shake it off but it just wont stop
Cant find the strength but hes got promises to keep
And wood to chop before he sleeps

I may never get over
But nevers better than now
Ive got bases to cover

Hes in the parking lot and hes just sitting in his car
Its nine oclock but he cant get out
He lights a cigarette
And turns the music down
But just cant seem to shake that sound

Once I thought Id get over
But its too late for me now
Ive got bases to cover

Melody walks through the door
And memory flies out the window
And nobody knows what they want
til they finally let it all go

The pain inside
Coming outside

So many ways to drown a man
So many ways to drag him down
Some are fast and some take years and years
Cant hear what hes saying when hes talking in his sleep
He finally found the sound but hes in too deep

I could never get over
Is it too late for me now?
Feel like blowing my cover

Melody walks through the door
And memory flies out the window
And nobody knows what they want
til they finally let it all go

But dont cut your losses too soon
cause youll only be cutting your throat
And answer a call while you still hear at all
cause nobody will if you wont

Six oclock on a christmas morning...
I know all about the honor of god,
Mary...
I know all about the honor of god,
Mary jane.