[Verse 1]
It's true that I'm a kind of complicated dame
I don't even know my original name
I been changing the damn thing since thing since I was younger
A kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger

[Verse 2]
And I'm a baptized, stylized blue collar boy
A poetry, rotary expression of joy
Stitched up with sidewalks and time clocks that rattle like thunder
I'm a kid with a mixed-up head, fervent for the hunger

[Chorus]
And when I dream, I dream in color, but I mostly do not dream
I've seen God through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
Oh Lord, I'm starving, there ain't nothin' here I can eat

[Verse 3]
And it's true that I have tried on different faces before
Toiled over things I'm not responsible for
Captured by every philosophy trafficking wonder
I was a kid with a mixed up head, f-f-f-fervent for the hunger

[Verse 4]
And I'm a holy ghost, lamppost, poet of sorts
A raindrop machine shop, radio source
Sutured with lip-gloss and hot sauce and Indian summers
A kid with a mixed up head, f-f-f-fervent for the hunger
[Chorus]
And when I dream, I dream in color, but I mostly do not dream
I've seen God through the curtain when I'm just barely asleep
She's holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
Lord, I'm starving, there ain't nothin' I can eat

[Bridge]
And I am finding new charcuteries
Mixing, matching, til' I find a meal that's suiting me
I'm tired of these spinning wheels, metaphysical combo meals
Wholly illusory

[Outro]
And when I dream, I dream in color, oh, I mostly do not dream
And I can see God through a curtain when I am just barely asleep
And she is holding me in silence, and she looks like me
We are the same thing