lyrics by Robert Braathe – seeking music and a vocalist

When the one that hurt you
Made you blurt out quite a scene
When the fun seemed to desert you
You made a choice to be not so mean

I was on the road to future
You came along and made me me
Like a wound that needs a suture
You stopped the bleeding that I see

You give me better dreams
You tighten up the seams
You know just what it means
You know when to wear your jeans
Even when we’re out of steam
You give me better dreams

I don’t know why I loved you
You cry rivers, I ride streams
You make magic out of mildew
I break up engines that make steams

Can’t quite accept it
At the value of its face
You made my life reject it
The pursuit without the pace

You give me better dreams
You tighten up the seams
You know just what it means
You know when to wear your jeans
Even when we’re out of steam
You give me better dreams

You give me better dreams
You tighten up the seams
You know just what it means
You know when to wear your jeans
Even when we’re out of steam
You give me better dreams