The flailing arms that see me off Hoping these ties will last, will last Yesterday, we would ride Ride the long nights like they're waves And now 9-5's Staring at us in the face I don't belong here in reality I'll pack up my bags and go live in my dreams, my dreams I broke it off and saved a piece With a light cup of tea, green tea When you find that you're free Meet me out here on the street I'll wait, through disease Force it down to get some sleep I don't belong here in reality I'll pack up my bags and go live in my dreams, my dreams