These rows and 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 might 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 the city gardens and I like the cities breathing

I think we're staying here

Pretty gardens disappear



With these dreams we will lose ourselves

Or so it seems

We might find ourselves

Another part time life

I love this life



These rows and rows of nothing

They have to give us something

Pretty gardens disappear

Well, there's another I am dreaming



So it seems

Another part time life

I love this life