Sweet strange dreams We're not concerned with where or why we dwell Or what happens in 2012 We're not concerned with the passing of hours Or warring super powers And honestly I can't think of any place I'd rather be And honestly we can't think of any other place we'd rather be Cause who's to say that life isn't fair or is? And who am I to keep on being such an awful pessimist? And who are you? For purchasing and listening To all of my bitchin' again When I fail to realize that I'm alive And my muse is every wasted bit of time Slowly passing Slowly passing by my mind In my sweet strange dreams