The Conversion of Dreams
I’ve got baggage, you can’t lift
And scars in places that you can’t get
And there’s more on the way
I’m not happy without strings
I’ve been cut down by the facts I think
And magic I can’t make… but wait…
Baby, I wonder how I caused my own undoing
I’ve got to reach this world before I’m ruined
I’ve got to make a mark of where I’ve been
I’m still strangled by my dreams
They wreck reality beneath me
Baby, I wonder how I caused my own undoing
I’ve got to reach this world before I’m ruined
I’ve got to make a mark of where I’ve been
No rescue crew will rescue you
You’ve gotta paddle out and pray
You can take any wave
That’s broken, broken… yeah
I wonder how I caused my own undoing
I’ve got to have a vision, not illusions
I’ve got to spit this out, not keep on chewing
I’ve get to get a hold, I’ve got to take control
I’ve got to get a hold and live and breathe