Sit at my dresser
Everything is in its place
The brow, the cheek
The hair, the eyes
How come I'm starting to despise
Everything there is about this face?
It's just a dream
Light on the sand
Love, you love the man
The rock, the tree
The air, the fun
Before the hurling had begun
I'm sitting in a white house
Underneath the fan
It's just a dream
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
The whole world is for sale
Everything is going stale
I'm going to run
I won't turn back
I'm going to run
Cover up my tracks
Mmm, you say I succeedеd
Well, I failed
It's just, it's just
A dream
Mmmm
