Reverie Lyrics

The stories we share are six thousand minor tragedies

Six thousand variations on the same theme

Six thousand roads with no redemption to the same old destination

Six thousand of the same streets with different names

And the same despair hangs in the sky of the same grey

The same two hands tick by another blank page of a day

We're all scrabbling around for change for a better story

Just don't share it with me, it will depress or bore me

Who the fuck ever told you that you had a chance?

Who would tell you a lie like that?

Some fantasy a faraway someone happened to scheme up

For a big screen reverie or paperback

They're made to sell you lies like that

But if they didn't, how would we know what to dream of?

The stories we share are six thousand distractions

Six thousand ways to lie about how you've been

Behind faces of six thousand deepening lines, a race of six thousand gridlocked minds

Six thousand damnations of the dream to dare to dream

And the same indifference hangs in the sky of the same grey

The same two hands draw a blank on another page, another day

What's the minimum amount of change you can buy a better story for?

Don't tell me how it ends, I've heard this one before

Who the fuck ever told you that you had a chance?

Who would tell you a lie like that?

Some fantasy a faraway someone happened to scheme up

For a big screen reverie or paperback

They're made to sell you lies like that

But if they didn't, how would we know what to dream of?

You don't have the heart to tell me I'm heartless

I'm not smart enough to tell you the possibilities are startless

So I disappear into drink and sometimes dance

Always bad comedy, sometimes bad romance

So when you ask me how I've been, I'll have something to speak of

Who the fuck ever told you that you had a chance?

Who would tell you a lie like that?

Some fantasy a faraway someone happened to scheme up

For a big screen reverie or paperback

They're made to sell you lies like that

But if they didn't, how would we know what to dream of?

What would we speak of?