Would you like to be inside  Would you like to know all the secrets  I know a place where you can hide  Would you like to know where the bricks are kept    Dreams born of mud  Shaped into clay  In my dreams  You always walk away    Dreams born of mud  Shaped into clay  The bricks that you throw  They always come my way    Would you like to come aboard  These new sheets are calling you  Would you like to be alone  Would you like to take me home    I catch the tricks inside my mouth  I catch 'em all between my teeth  It only hurts when I smile  They always fell out when I eat