Welcome to the tragedy It's not the way it's supposed to be, I know And now I'm seeing things Saw something moving under your skin You can talk to animals Doolittle or do nothing at all I'm a melted snowman Tried to crack the codes, they all came back wrong It just took too long
You find it comical Not in a way that makes you laugh I'm not a killer You could bring out the killer in me Take a snapshot What's going on in this world, will only get you down Find the meaning
Is this a dream? It's like a disease That we all catch in our sleep Invisible dream I need electronic eyeballs Just to see past the truth And give me some love Your heart starts beating to the sound of your dreams I need some love And a hot air balloon, so we can make our escape
I'm running out of caviar Had to sell the super car, oh no Thanks Mr Andrews For giving me the big red book of my life In this search for freedom There's always somebody trying to pin you to the wall Today's a good day Found a letter from Bono, not seen in years So just dry those tears
Is this a dream? It's like a disease That we all catch in our sleep Am I in your dream? We gotta stop waiting for the apples to fall And give me some love I need electronic eyeballs Just to see past the truth And give me some blood Your heart starts beating to the sound of your dreams
Gather up all your tear drops Gather up all your tear drops Gather up all your tear drops Pour them on me
Is this a dream? Like a chronic disease That we all catch in our sleep And if god is real We gotta just stop blaming him when things go wrong And show me some love When the whole thing pops You'll be the sole survivor I need your blood And a hot air balloon, to make my arrival
Compositor: Damon Michael Gough (Badly Drawn Boy) ECAD: Obra #25845690