Dream Machine

Oh, I am a dream machine
The things I see when I sleep
You wouldn’t believe
I am a weird machine
Which I’d rather be
Than cold and unfeeling
Than stone and freewheeling
For no reason
Oh, I am a whisper at night
When maybe I shouldn’t be so shy
I am a smile when it feels right
But mostly just pretty dry
Like I’m cold and unfeeling
Like I’m stone and freewheeling
For no reason
And why would I try?
And oh, why would I try?
And