At least in my dreams. When I'm sleeping it seems. That the needle is full endlessly. But you keep on waking me. . I'm almost there. It's on the tip of my tongue.
The plants and the factories are perfectly run. The workers and bosses are living as one. People are equal, people are good. People are working as hard as they should be.
Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child. When you've said it to yourself. We are at war, how dare you turn on me now. Right when I need you most.