My dream girl don't exist   At the age of five she slit her wrist   She didn't know that I'd be hanging around   So her parents buried her in the ground   And this day I can still hear the sound   Of a life in outer space      My dream girl don't exist   Just you and I and this TV   And this illness seems to feel so strange   Like a henchman that's about to hang   The moon up like a ball and chain   And set the sands ablaze      And the weight is waiting, oh   Feel the world so real and strong      My dream girl don't exist   Took her photograph from a history book   I believe she had a voice and name   Three children on the coast of Maine   Her life was in a hurricane   Of love and real embrace      My dream girl don't exist   At the age of five she slit her wrist   She didn't know that I'd be hanging around   So one day she took a stroll to town   And walked in front of a Greyhound bound   For New York central state      And the weight is waiting, oh   And the weight is waiting, oh   Feel the world so real and strong   She goes and now she knows she'll never be afraid