Wide eyed, down in the streets
We're wolves running breathless with skinned knees

Oh, my! It's still a dream
Though nothing I have seen could make me believe in it

Just a big black hole, the wind blows right over it
Things fall right into it, and never are seen again
Is it under a door? My eyes are too big for it
I'm straining to see where its gone, fragments I've seen
But, where did I put them now?
Was it neighbourhood? Kids or the washing machine?
Don't know if what I forget is more than what I remember
So much I remember, so much I forget

Oh, my! It's still a dream
Though nothing I've seen could make me believe in it

It's still a dream, it still has a heartbeat
I still got entangled by what I couldn't see