I rock and I rock and I rock me to sleep
to make all the dreams I can make,
and drink in a daze the same deadening wine
as someone who sleeps while awake.

I sing and sing and sing me a song
a happy song I've sung before,
I sing it like someone unable to see
there's no going back anymore.

I tell me and tell me and tell me the tale
the tale of the ways love can speak.
I tell me but I can't believe anymore
and the ending I know will be bleak.

I play and I play and I play me a tune
of all the days left behind.
I set myself free from all the truth
and act as it I were blind.

I laugh and I laugh and I laugh at myself
and all of these games I create.
And the dreams I keep dreaming, so muddled and strange,
and all at the mercy of Fate.