Working for the category man
Learning with things losing my feelings
I dream my little dreams that I can
'Cause a bird in the hand
Is better than nothing
Yeah well every day I look at myself
And I see someone else
I can't believe that it's true
I don't wanna look again and again
But it's all that I have
So it's all that I do
Listen to the people and I know what they wanna do
Look at other people think they know where they're going to
The serried conversations on the phone what they're going through
Leaving our confessions at that the tone it'll see us through
All the onlookers look on
Changing the locks
Hearing the door knocks
Yeah all the onlookers look on
Say they think they're the best
But they're just feeling alone
They get all the traps do back the drafts
So that nobody laughs or looks over the fences
Nobody laughs at their domestic defences
Nobody laughs at at my domestic defences
Listen to the people and I know what they wanna do
Look at other people think they know where they're going to
The serried conversations on the phone what they're going through
Leaving our confessions at that the tone it'll see us through
You say you've got a message for me
I think you're having to see
And you are trying desperately
But it really doesn't matter to me
You think you've got a message for me
I think you're having to see, oh
Well I am trying desperately
To get myself inside your line
And get accustomed to the part of me
Dreaming little dreams
Dreaming little dreams
Dreaming little dreams
Dreaming little dreams
Dreaming little dreams, I can tell
Dreaming little dreams
Dreaming little dreams
Dreaming little dreams
Dreaming little dreams