After all the dreams started 
 Words just showed up on the page each day 
 Looking for [bad word] 
 single point on which 
 To rest their heads paralyzed 
 And squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim
 There was no sign 
 The change was fixed 
 Tumbling down in sympathy outsides  [bad word] against the grain in streams 

 After all the dreams started 
 Words just showed up on the page each day 
 Speaking volumes out of turn upside down 
 Sinking into shade paralyzed
 And squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim
 Looking for [bad word] 
 single point on which 
 To rest their heads 
 Dark and flat against the page 
 Wading deep in muddy shade 
 And the quiet of the change 
 When all the dreams started