Teksty: Rosematter. The Fiscal Year. I'd Like To Thank The Academy.

The chimney blows, and I pretend to follow.
To break customs and stay south, I dare you now to wipe your mouth
And give the pacifier reason. Nightfall breaks, and I feel I've made progress.

You, and Me, I'll still clap during sermons and funerals.
Mother dear, keep me till these books make sense again.
Will father keep his promises? I can't believe these dogs will learn to love
As long as they're fastened down without a sense, mistakenly connected.

Every little thing that you said, it was a dream. It was only me.
Every little thing that you said, it was a dream. It was only me.
(Every little thing that you said, it was a dream.)

Sermons and funerals, Mother dear, keep me till these books make sense again.
Will father keep his promises? I can't believe these dogs will learn to love
As long as they're fastened down without a sense, mistakenly connected.

(It was a dream, It was only me)