My dream girl don't exist

At the age of five she slit her wrists

She didn't know that i'd be hanging around

So her parents buried her in the ground

To this day i can still hear the sound

Of a life in outer space



My dream girl don't exist

Its just you and i and this tv

And this illness seems to feel so strange

Like a hench man that's about to hang

The moon, up like a ball and chain

And set the sands ablaze



And the weight is waiting off

To feel the world so real and strung



My dream girl don't exist

Just a photograph in a history book

And i beleive she had a voice and name

Three children on the coast of maine

Her life was in a hurricane

Of love and real embrace



My dream girl don't exist

And at the age of five she slit her wrists

She didn't know that I'd be hanging around

So one day she took a stroll to town

And walked infront of a greyhound

Bound for new york central state



And the weight is waiting off

And the weight is waiting off

Fell the world so real and strung

And now she know, and knows she knows

She'll never be afraid