This is the street where you live now
Its paved with jasper and crysophrase
You’d like to go home but you are home now
There is no place but this one
Someday he’ll find you
So you wander the golden streets
You’re where you started (started, started, started)
There is no place but this one (this one, this one)
There is no place but this one (this one, this one)
You’re where you started (started, started, started)

Silent reverie
Violent memory
Extra sensory
You’re still in my dreams
You’re still in my dreams
You had better days
She had other ways
I still bear the scar

Half the time
As I sit in disarray
I am thinking of a dream I never had

You’d like to go home but you are home now
There is no place but this one (this one, this one)
You said I wasn’t there
Thoughts are clothes we wear
Was I in the car
Was I in the car
Parallel affairs
You flew up the stairs
And I still bear the scar
Yeah I still bear the scar

Half the time
As I sit in disarray
I am thinking of a dream I never had

Someday he’ll find you
So you wander the golden streets
You’re where you started (started, started, started)