Hello mother, howdy father, what is going on… who’s indoors,
flowers pink and gray from ’88, will they ever smell the same?
Memories have lost their paint and the thoughts, one by one, begin to faint,
no one knows the steps to take, or the pills that make one’s head recall the heist,
only dreams,only dreams will ever dare,
dreams will call the past anew,
words and whispers, sweaty hands and dirty paws put together from the heart
nights of terror, calls to dawn, smiley faces and then, breaking the law,
the ups were high as the downs were worse,
and I used to pray, oh did I pray for the days that came
and dear God heard them all…
but I wish I didn’t pray the one pray that took it all away…
if only so many lights would burn that I’ll find my way as well,
dreams will always dare,
only dreams, they still remain to show my way…