I'm running in circles around money trees

Green eyed monsters in parallel worlds

Chocolate lawnmowers and currents for keys

Little children with cotton for curls

I dream of this frequently, yes while I'm asleep

It's surreal yet its real it's absurd

One or minute or six, yes that's how they affix, or is it?

The science of sleep

And now you look at me and think I'm just the same

Would you forget it, never

Is it forbidden? No its not, its not forbidden

I won't conform, no