From out of the sky, and into your head circling sounds awaken the dream that sleeps in your beddo you despise the careful lifeis the hard way the way you'd like? This could be rock.Sometimes I needed anyone except the same oneand no one was going to tell me otherwisebut everyone does anyhow. But words aren't spoken, they're thrownfirst ones see the light of dawnand we won't careif nobody cares what we were wondering