Dreams are made of funny lights,
funny sparkling little stars,
stars I dream I could catch
only for you to bottle them all.
I don’t know if you’ve seen my dreams,
the good and the bad ones,
all of them making fun of me;
I wish you could make me blind.
I wouldn’t say that I’m just mad
but you should see them, it’s very hard
to keep on living in this house
to keep forgiving them every time.
And I suppose it’s kind of tiring;
showing a patience I no longer have,
and I just wonder how much time
will take me to kill them all.