1, 2, 3, 4 Lately it seems The dreams that I dream Are stories I can't make perfect They're tired and long They're bitter and cold They're telling of things, I'm uncertain So how, how do I begin to understand Wouldn't it be nice To deconstruct the past And build it so it lasts Make it innocent and naive Like the way we used to dream There are beliefs that I Thought would survive Places I thought I'd never leave But despite putting in My best performance The show has run off without me So how, how do I begin to understand Wouldn't it be nice To deconstruct the past And build it so it lasts Make it innocent and naive Like the way we used to dream, ooh Like all the things we used to dream