And I cried all night
 You created a stream and it flows forever
 It's made of dreams that [bad word] [bad word] 
 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
 It's sweet, lie motionless just staring at the ceiling
 With your back turned up against the wall

 And now I clearly see 
 Straight to the back of my skull
 And I've been shivering all night long
 And 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

 Turn the land into waste
 And bury it in parking lots
 And I'm constantly turned off
 By the look of the clock
 And it's turning in hours
 And I got nothing to look forward to
 '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 
 It's your list of wishes

 It's some dirty dishes and you wanted more
 And you got left, and it hurt
 Oh but it could be worse
 Yeah, things could be so much worse