Only Dream Left - The Verlaines

I’m labeled unbred, on sight unclean

Got a message from home, saying it don’t exist no more

Cos we’re sick of the sight of you using so freely the door

Got a bunch of good friends, they treat me so well

They pay me a lot of money, but it’s under the thumb

But it keeps me in a crowd, and I don’t have to speak to anyone, anyone

But it comes to the point, it’s wearing me spare

All the lessons to be learnt grow pale by compare

You’re the only dream left —

The only dream left

I’m disheveled, I’ve been leveled by the mirror in my room

Got a ghost I got to cope with — it won’t be ignored

And it’s more trouble now than I ever considered before

It’s a debt that needs paying with a sliver of soul

All attempts to forget it have flown out the door

And I’d like to take heart but the force of my grip is so poor

Far too poor…

But it comes to the point, it’s wearing me spare

All the lessons to be learnt grow pale by compare

You’re the only dream left

The only dream left…