I'm so tired in the mornings, I try to go back,
I try to remember the light appearing without warning,
Tying up my hands like I'm good for nothing.

If nothing else, I can dream,
I can dream,
I'll never tell,
Never tell all I've seen right in front of me.

Like the ghost of every thing that I could be.

For the night sky is an ocean,
Black, distant sea washing up to my window,
All the stray-dog night-owl junkies,
Orphans, vagabonds, angels who lost their halos.

If nothing else, I can dream,
I can dream,
I'll never tell,
Never tell all I've seen right in front of me.

Like the ghost of every thing that I could be,
In the cool and callous grip of reality.

Words in my head,
Like misfits after midnight, begging for a light,
Words left unsaid,
They may never see the light of day, and that may be okay.

If nothing else, I can dream,
I can dream,
I'll never tell,
Never tell all I've seen,
If nothing else, I can dream,
I can dream,
I'll never tell,
Never tell all I've seen,
Oh, if nothing else, I can dream,
I can dream, yeah,
I'll never tell,
Never tell all I've seen, no.

I will never tell,
All I've seen,
I will never tell,
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