Clinging to a Bad Dream

A swivelling chair

I never rode a motor bike

And I don’t want to

It’s not the kind of thing I like

I know, I know, I know

It’s difficult, difficult, different

I know, I know

Amber heart

That comes apart

It’s always trial, trial

When you no longer believe in

This stage life has set for you

I don’t want this

Should have let it go

I don’t want this

Should have let it go

In its devotion

In its unchosen specialness

Unlike my old one

Unlike in letting me possess

I know, I know, I know

It’s difficult, difficult, different

I know, I know

Amber heart (mother)

That comes apart (mother)

It’s always trial, trial (oh try to lift your hand)

When you no longer believe in (mother)

This stage life has set for you

In the end (my brothers)

My dearest friends (cover me)

All there is left, I know, I know (oh take me to Japan)

When we’re finished climbing mountains (brothers)

Is climbing back down again

I was held to be for no one

No one lasting

I think I thought maybe you can change me

I know you and I are clinging to a bad dream

And in between the shades on your screen

They come and go

Sometimes they never show