The Dreamer -

How does it feel to be the wheel, not the carrot or the stick?

Maybe it’s shallow to dig your bed

You lie in the grave that you’ve made

I’ll have my cake and I’ll eat yours too

I dream in stone-cold blue

I’ll have my cake and I’ll eat yours too, I dream

How does it feel to be the wheel, not the carrot or the stick?

Stone-cold blue

I’m on fire!

Guten appetit