Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! You know, well you know, you had it comin' to you Now, there's not a lot I can do Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer I said "far out, what a day, a year, a

Don’t take it for granted And when it happens It’s time to write your story Love is a temple No matter how and what it takes, to be there No fear that can’t be won by love There’s nothing that I can do I’ve set my mind on you The more that I see you’re

Living on a paper sun Cause you're living on a paper sun Blind to all the damage done Waiting for the tide to turn All your dreams have come and gone There's not a reason why you've come undone There's nothing left to justify, this can't go on There's

Prove it all night I'll prove it all night Girl there's nothing else that we can do And girl I'll prove it all night for you I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean We'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline To buy you a gold

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

The aftertaste I know there's nothing that I can do to make you stay But one thing I know that will always remain And that's the aftertaste Don't break, don't fade While we're not real, we're never too late Make time, it won’t hurt Said I’ll go now, but

Long enough now I'm strong enough To know you gotta go There's no more to say So save your breath No matter what I hear you say I'm telling you Strong enough and I quite crying I don't need your sympathy There's nothing you can say or do for me

And the only thing you're sorting out is your imagination Shadows underneath the eyes My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can say But sorry mate and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Rats! (rats–rats–rats) (Aaah whoah) Never to let go Them rats! (Rats–rats–rats) Never to forgive And there's nothing you can do In times of turmoil In times like these