It only seems to happen at three or four a.m. Some blurry half formed picture of some half Forgotten friend becomes clear but i can´t hold It happens in my dreams i can´t remember what it was That meant so much don´t question speed of mutation Even a rotten creep can have moments sweet and Pure i lay there something missing what happened To that girl is she okay or is she just a face in the Crowd why can´t i think of what it was that mean So much don´t question speed of mutation why Do i wake up feeling that i´ve lost something Big why do i try to hold on to things that don´t exist I keep on asking myself What happened to that hirl they´re Moments that i make up they´re Moments sweet and pure don´t ever Try to find something you left behind Don´t ever try to make a memory into Something don´t ever fool yourself It always disappears don´t ever kid Yourself there´s no girl of your dreams Don´t question speed of mutation