You might sleep, but you'll never dream
Onward! Progress! Or so it seems.
You might laugh, but you'll never [bad word] on in and waste away awhile.

When dreams of rings of flowers fade and blur
Giving way to that familiar [bad word] over and part your soft white curtains
Where I'm waiting for you still
If you'd unlatch the window,
If you'd let me lay there on your floor
If you'd give me another chance,
If you'd forget the pain I caused before
No use in saying how I'm sorry
So I'm trying not to speak
I'll sing in silence, lay beside you
With my face there on your cheek
My stomach swears [bad word] there
In the warmth of the blankets on your bed
My stomach's always been a liar-
I'll believe it's lies again.