I love doing nothing with my friends. I hate that I think too much when I'm by myself. I love films. I hate having things I know I should be doing. I love playing music. I hate feeling alone in a room full of people. I love it when bad things happen to people I don't like. I hate arrogance in people. I love when it rains heavily when I'm in bed. I hate people who think they know me or understand me when they don't. I love going to the pub. I hate mornings. I love it when lyrics make sense to you for a reason no-one else really knows about. I hate fighting with people I'm close to. I love getting letters. I hate text messages that turn out to be 02. I love meeting new people. I hate saying goodbye.
Dream
The lovers portray honest tales of heartbreak and betrayal
And all the animals cry tears of midnight lava
The war is over but nearby the tress still haven’t noticed
They’re busy talking to psychiatrists about their fathers
Your windshield is just water that won’t move unless you force it
So come down from underground and watch the dancing
There’s music and there’s moonlight that drips down from an old faucet
And a phone rings but you don’t really feel like answering
And the sunshine in your mind somehow it fades as time goes on
This makes you wonder if perhaps you’re fading too
You worry as you whistle cheery tunes to hide your sorrow
And you draw some red from tunnels made of blue
Several doctors delicately explain to a recent mother
That her new-born son might not get through the night
As she falls through hours of doubt to meet the warm waiting room floor
She hears the porter say it’s the first door on the right
And a thousand retired acrobats sing songs about religion
While the children chase each other round the lake
They scream and shout oblivious to the crane that sits and watches
It is planning to escape using a rake
And it will fly to somewhere quiet where politicians have no power
And the people build their cars from plasticine
The plant life compose symphonies of nostalgia and regret
And the crane comes to think this isn’t what it seemed
