And you cried all night 'til you created a stream
And it flows forever, it's made of dreams
That didn't come true, and I'm sorry, there's nothing more
That I can do

When we get together, take apart my fantasy
And when we are done, we'll work on you
Yes, we lie emotionless staring at the ceiling
Your back turned up against the wall

And now I, I clearly see straight to the back of my skull
And I'm shivering all night long
Yes, my skin is clear and you can see what I'm thinking
I'm thinking hard about all the things I've been dreaming
I've been dreaming about you, and only you

Turning land into waste and barren into parking lots
And I'm constantly turned off by the look of the clock
And it's turning into hours
And I've got nothing to look forward too
'Cause I killed all the flowers

And that cold wind will blow, tear the skin off your nose
And you've got nothing to be grateful for
But your list of wishes
Yes, and dirty dishes
And you wanted more and you got less, and it hurt
Oh, but it could be worse, yeah
Things could be so much worse

Copyright: TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): John Joseph McCauley III