Half the time as I sit in disarray
I am thinking of a dream I never had
Then I awake, and for a while
I call your name in Colin’s house
But tiny children have a way of falling down

Oh, I could make a meal
Of that wonderful despair I feel
But waking up I turn and face the wall [bad word] /www.free-lyrics.org

The car arrives and takes me back again
Drifting through imaginary planes
And fighting men aboard a raft
sailing ship [bad word] aground
And confidence is valued in these days

But each character
Is plundering my home
And taking everything that is my own

Oh no, I’m not sure about
Those things that I care about
Oh no, I’m not sure, not any more...