You turn me on. And it's hard to turn me on. You turn me on. And it's hard to turn me on. . Mornings I tell you what I dreamed. Before we're swallowed by the work machine,.
They say hold on to your dreams. That plays good on TV. But never worked for me. So now I need to find a way to occupy my time. Until the day I die. 'Cause I give up.
I know the ether can never claim the earth. Atmospheric gasses cannot remain with dirt. We purchase pleasure, and pay for it with hurt. And we rarely get our money's worth.