Pieces of a dream
Candied at the seams
Tucked under my arm
As i heard the alarm

Woke up in a daze
Followed by a blaze
Of golden afternoon
I picked up my spoon

Put it to my lips
Chilled like a blade
Cuts Trough my cheek 
The price i pay

little bit closer
Try a bit deeper
Look under the sink
Cause there i am
Filled with plaster
The same [bad word] [bad word] I'm the mystery ma

Try and guess my color
More famous than other
Not oak or a wooden hue
But could you guess blue ?

Cool like sheets of sand
Wrinkled like my hand
Find it in the sky
Watching us when we die

little bit closer
Try a bit deeper
Look under the sink
Cause there i am
Filled with plaster
The same [bad word] [bad word] I'm the mystery man

Why the gloomy face?
Was it a desgrace?

I was only joking

The debtes they all will fade
Consider them repaid
Oo lala la

Your stories are so old
They can be untold or sold