These rows are rows of nothing They have to give us something Pretty gardens disappear There is another I am dreaming With these dreams we can lose ourselves Or so it seems We will find ourselves Another part time life I love this life I see the screaming children Cement gardens out the kitchen door The blind they see no warning of the numbness It is taking over I like city gardens and I like cities breathing I think we're staying here Pretty gardens disappear With these dreams we can lose ourselves Or so it seems We will find ourselves Another part time life I love this life This life I love this life Life These rows are rows of nothing They have to give us something Pretty gardens disappear Well there is another I am dreaming So it seems Another part time life Love this life This life I love this life This life I love this life This life I love this life Life