Dreams so Real - Metric

When I get to the bottom of it, I sink

Seems like nothing I said

Ever meant anything

But a headline over my head

Thought I made a stand

Only made a scene

There’s no feast for the underfed

All the unknown, dying or dead

Keep showing up in my dreams

They stand at the end of my bed

Have I ever really helped anybody but myself?

To believe in the power of songs

To believe in the power of girls

Though the point we’re making is gone

Play it stripped down to my thong

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

Our parents, daughters and sons

Believed in the power of songs

What if those days are gone?

My memory is strong

Anyone not dying is dead

And baby, it won’t be long

So shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

I’ll shut up and carry on

The scream becomes a yawn

Baby, wherever you are

Baby, whatever you do

Faster than you think, time staggers on