Tekstovi: Jet. Bruises.

I can't live inside of a dream
I can't live inside of the dream
I'm changing my mind next week
I'm changing my mind next week

Bruises up my arms and a strange look
Who the hell am I?
I want to tell you everything
I can't make up my mind

Never live inside of the dream
I'm living inside of the dream
And everything's nothing I need
This I don't believe

Bells in Birmingham ringing
Who the hell am I?
I want to tell you everything
I can't make up my mind