And I really don't know   If I'm coming or going   Every cycle is central and always so mental   Around me, around the whole world      And I'm wasted all the time   It seems like a good thing to do   The stress of living and the stress of forgiving   Is too much for me, how 'bout you? Yeah      Well, I've noticed that you never smile   While my face is always a grin   You know I'm not a creature of having double features   So come on, baby, just let me in      Yeah, well, I'm wanted for several bad crimes   In places I have never been   But they're after me still so I probably will   Have to find a hole to hide in, alright boys      And I'm walking through walls   I'm not taking no calls   These are the dreams our stuff is made of   These are the dreams our stuff is made of   Stuff is made of      So go write what you want   And say what you like, I don't care   'Cause everything is staying and no one is praying   It's all just a lot of hot air, yeah      And I'm walking through walls   I'm not taking no calls   These are the dreams our stuff is made of   These are the dreams our stuff is made of   These are the dreams our stuff is made of   These are the dreams our stuff is made of      These are the dreams   These are the dreams   These are the dreams   These are the dreams   These are the dreams   These are the dreams