Metric Dreams So Real
When I get to the bottom of it I sink
Seems like nothing I said
Ever meant anything
But a headline over my head
Thought I made a stand
only made a scene
There's no feast for the underfed
All the unknown, dying or dead
Keep showing up in my dreams
They stand at the end of my bed
Have I ever really helped anyone but myself
To believe in the power of songs
To believe in the power of girls
Though the point were making is gone
Played stripped down to my bone
I'll shut up and carry on
The scream becomes a yawn
Our parents daughters and sons
Believed in the power of songs
What if those days are gone
My memory is strong
Anyone not dying is dead
And baby it won't be long
So shut up and carry on
The scream becomes a yawn
I'll shut up and carry on
The scream becomes a yawn
Baby where ever you are, baby whatever you do
Faster than you think, time staggers on
