Dreams are crushed In the pale moonlight Stars move away Out of sight You piece of crap Blown up like a king With words that don't mean A god damn thing Frankly speaking We had I t all My heart is seeking It's not what we did - It's the way The way we were The way we were Years go by I know you're sitting there Somewhere with memories Beyond compare Memories my a** Of you coming home All loved up, but you swear No! By the Church of Rome