It only seems to happen at three or four a.m.
Some blurry half formed picture of some half
Forgotten friend becomes clear but i can´t hold
It happens in my dreams i can´t remember what it was
That meant so much don´t question speed of mutation
Even a rotten creep can have moments sweet and
Pure i lay there something missing what happened
To that girl is she okay or is she just a face in the
Crowd why can´t i think of what it was that mean
So much don´t question speed of mutation why
Do i wake up feeling that i´ve lost something
Big why do i try to hold on to things that don´t exist
I keep on asking myself
What happened to that hirl they´re
Moments that i make up they´re
Moments sweet and pure don´t ever
Try to find something you left behind
Don´t ever try to make a memory into
Something don´t ever fool yourself
It always disappears don´t ever kid
Yourself there´s no girl of your dreams
Don´t question speed of mutation
