Из альбома: Park Los Angeles
You got a hole inside your heart
Bigger than what you could ever hide
And people stop and look right through
Saying something must have torn you, just torn you apart
And in the morning you get dressed
You put your make up on and wait for something to change
'Cause the day you stop trying, well that's the day you start dying
Look out look out
Your dreams are dripping down your soul like alcohol
You better pick 'em up real quick
You better make something o' this
'Cause you're not here to sing anybody else's goddam dream
No, you're not here to sing anybody else's goddam dream
You walk the same streets everyday
But the faces see that you're just following something
You follow follow everything down
Just follow follow everything down
Look out look out
Your dreams are dripping down your soul like alcohol
You better pick 'em up real quick
You better make something o' this
Look out look out
The sky is falling on it's knees again and it
Will tell you everything you really really thought you had to be
But you're not here to sing anybody else's goddam dream
No, you're not here to sing anybody else's goddam dream