Somewhere things move slower than here
If you have a feeling it lasts a long year
The rain is not falling
It seems like it’s crawling down the sky

Right beneath their houses
People are burning their trousers
And displace them
And play guitars
And burn all cars

My head’s up in the clouds
Flying to the sun
And it won’t return
Trying hard to figure out
What all dreams in punkrock were about
Now it’s out

I dreamed I was a punkrock boy
And listened to the clash
And died with the guy from that 80s song
In a double decker bus crash