I had a very bad dream
The main actor in it was me
My scream had lost its source
Like a reservoir in a summer drought

Images remade themselves
I explored internal galaxies
The boys of summer had upped and gone
Girls in their summer dress had flown

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient color
I used to make sense
But now I am confused

I used to control
But now I just feel used
Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient color

Negative capability
Ran straight through me
My soul a suburban sinkhole
A vast brutal urban sprawl

I had a very bad dream
The main actor in it was me
My scream had lost its source
Like a reservoir in a summer drought

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient color
I used to make sense
But now I am confused

I used to control
But now I just feel used
Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient color

Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient color
I used to make sense
But now I am confused

I used to control
But now I just feel used
Here's what I discovered
In my quest for ancient color

Modern life was killed and crushed
By a derelict digitized love
My scream had lost its source
Like a reservoir in a summer drought

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Writer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Nick Jones, Sean Moore