screeching weasel television city dream Lyrics

its only seems to happen
at three or four a.m.
some blurry half formed picture
of some half forgotten friend
becomes clear but i can't hold it
it happens in my dreams
I can't remember what
it was that meant so much

don't question speed of mutation

even a rotten creep can
have moments sweet and pure
i lay there something missing
what happened to that girl
is she okay or is she
just a face in the crowd
why can't i think of what
it was that mean so much

don't question speed of mutation

why do i wake up feeling
that i've lost something big
why do i try to hold on
to things that don't exist
i keep on asking myself
what happened to that hirl
they're moments
that i make up
they're moments sweet and pure
don't ever try to find
something you left behind
don't ever try to make
a memory into something
don't ever fool yourself
it always disappears
don't ever kid yourself
there's no girl of your dreams

don't question speed of mutation