My dream girl don't exist And at the age of five she slit her wrist She didn't know that I'd be hanging around So her parents buried her in the ground And this day I can still hear the sound Of a life in outer space
My dream girl don't exist It just you and I and this TV And this illness seems to feel so strange Like a henchman that's about to hang The moon up like a ball and chain And set its sands ablaze
And the weight is waiting off Feel the world so real and strong
My dream girl don't exist Just a photograph in a history book And I believe she had a voice and name Three children on the coast of Maine And her life was in a hurricane Of love and real embrace
My dream girl don't exist And at the age of five she slit her wrist She didn't know that I'd be hanging around So one day she took a stroll to town And walked in front of a greyhound bound For New York Central State
And the weight is waiting off And the weight is waiting off Feel the world so real and strong She goes, and now she knows She'll never be afraid