Music: Michael Stipe/Johnny Magee/Casey Spooner/Warren Fischer
Every dream has a dark side, no matter how hard you try
Some ideas that started so long ago
Expectations you've absorbed
You don't even know you know
You don't even know you know
You don't even know you know
You don't even know you know
Hair long, young, dumb, and full of cum
You find you're all washed up
At some beach
You're pieced together from a teenage fantasy
Getting hard in the back of a bookstore
Searching for clues in a Bruce Weber volume
Dog-eared, beat up
You sneak a peek, but you leave it on the shelf
A sacred tome you visit secretly
Now here you are
Now here you are
I could not belong in the sun
I could not belong in the sun
I could not belong in the sun
I could not belong in the sun
You're old, you're tired
You're sick, you're sick
Spying wild youth spitting out fast and free
So ripe, so pretty
So thick
He sees you
You're caught
He smiles and offers you a hit
Your brain burns with all your c**k's needs
Piling up insatiable
Hungry
(Hungry)
I'm paralyzed in my desire
I'm paralyzed in my desire
I'm paralyzed in my desire
No matter how I try
Living on cough syrup and
I fell for those eyes, big black pools that never lie
Full of sick and sorrow in the bright sunshine
In the bright sunshine
I could not belong in the sun
(I could not belong, now what have I done, I don't know if I'll survive)
I could not belong in the sun
(I could not belong, flayed out in the sun, sometimes dreams have to die)
I could not belong in the sun
(I could not belong, now what have I done, I don't know if I'll survive)
I could not belong in the sun
(I could not belong, flayed out in the sun, sometimes dreams have to die)
Sometimes dreams have to die
You find you're all washed up
On some beach
You're pieced together from a teenage fantasy
I could not belong
Now what have I done
I don't know if I'll survive
I don't know if I'll survive
I could not belong
Flayed out in the sun
I don't know if I'll survive
Sometimes dreams have to die