Stutter

I dream about stars here
I dream about bringing you a parade
We read foreign papers
Pretend we’re hiding from an air raid
But I can’t know
Why I always stutter
And she doesn’t care
Breathe the same air
I don’t have a hope in hell
Doesn’t see
We could agree
This could be so blissful
And I will do magic
Houdini’s rabbit lives here under my sleeve
I’d saw myself in half
There’d be two of us always ready to please
But I can’t know
Why I always stutter
And she doesn’t care
Breathe the same air
I don’t have a hope in hell
Doesn’t see
We could agree
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful
This could be so blissful now
And she
Doesn’t care
Breathe the same air
I don’t have a hope in hell
Doesn’t see
We could agree
This could be so, be so, be so, be so
She doesn’t care
Breathe the same air
I don’t have a hope in hell
Doesn’t see
We could agree
This could be so good