Four corners of a dream
Ain't exactly what it seems
Transparent, hands of time
God [bad word]  you know I robbed myself blind

Stole what was mine
It's all mine
Give it back
I left it behind
I don't mind

Can't believe what they said
Disturbed in my head
Left alone and left tired
Sleep's a dream
And everyone's wired

I stole what was mine
It's all mine
Give it back
I left it behind
I don't mind

I stole what was mine
It's all mine
Give it back
It's mine
It's all mine

Lost days
Where the [bad word] have I been
No end and nowhere to begin
Where the [bad word] have I been
I got no time for time
I got no time for time
Lost days
Where the [bad word] have I been