The June Brides

A funny thing happens when I think of wrong and right, I go round in circles as I go to sleep at night, And all the stupid tales we tell, they never go nowhere, I sometimes think that all we dream are castles in the air. And every conversation is the same...

Hearing the babble of laughter, I'll join your friends and come over, So many faces I don't know, when everyone soars why I feel low. This must be somebody's nightmare, where is the fun in this "funfair" The debris of dreams haunts the showground, I'll lie...