Tekster: Kill Hannah. On One Dreams Anyway.

You can't feed him steel
And no one likes his ideas
And they all look f**ked
Well, those eyelids help

What's there to wake up to?
What's there to wake up to?
When no one dreams anyway
No one thinks anyway
And they live and they die in bed
No one thinks and they drive buses
No one dreams and they die in in in in bed


And no one dreams anyway
And no one thinks anyway
And no one dreams anyway

No, they all start dying here...

Anyway...