Mobile sky watch me whistling supine On the bank of the river Had a strange dream: Too much to carry around I stood beside myself Where giving up seems like a good idea I stood beside myself But i've forgotten where No hellos hang up in this air, that's ok And a well-known monologue blows Through the clothes that i wear All the things i could have loved whines monotone Everything i almost loved shines monochrome Stupid time watch me supine Had a bad dream: Leaves tied summers to the ground All the wrong ones were smiling Stood outside my door heard footsteps Slow and mean across the floor No i don't want to confront my home Everything's on loan Too close to what i've done wrong Every hour's part of a well-known monologue That devours everything i could have loved Everything i could have loved shines monotone Even the apathy's on loan, shines monochrome