Wrote this many years ago for my band. Bonus points for who figures out what it is about
It's half past three in the middle of the night,
Just came home and I'm feeling allright
But I hear, I hear somebody screaming
And I don't know if it's real, or if I'm dreaming
I take a glass and I fill it with wine
Hope some drinks will make me feel fine
But still, I hear somebody screaming
And I still don't know if it's real or if I'm dreaming
Then the screams begin to sound just like a train,
And I realize it's not in my brain
And now, I wake up with that feeling
That I still don't know if it was real, or if I was dreaming