In A Coma, You Don't Dream, You

And In The Morning When The Sun Rise. Look In The Water, See The Blue Sky. As If Heaven Has Been Laid There At Our Feet.

I'd Rather Be Working For A Paycheck, Than Waiting To Win The Lottery. Besides, Maybe This Time It's Different, I Mean, I Really Think You Like Me.

Cause I Swear That I'm Dying, Slowly But Its Happening.

I Understand Why People Get Desensitized And Roll Their Eyes When They Hear A Protest Song, Or Even A Politician Making Some Flowery Speech. It Doesn't Really Change Anything.

And Me I'm In The Bathroom Crying Out My Eyelids Because It's Hard To Be A Man When You're Scared, Just Like A Little Kid.